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ADDITIONAL     SELECTION, 

BY  C.  W.  ANDREWS, 

OF  THE   DIOCESE   OF   VIRGINIA. 


PHILADELPHIA 
H.  HOOKER. 

1843. 


Philadelphia  : 
King  and  Baird.  Printers. 


PREFACE 


The  Hymns  following  to  No.  212,  are  the  same  as  those  in  the 
Book  of  Common  Prayer,  having  been  struck  from  stereotype  plates. 

With  regard  to  the  remainder,  it  is  scarcely  necessary  to  say  that 
they  are  not  intended  for  use  in  the  stated  services  of  the  Church.  For 
these  services  provision  is  already  made  by  authority,  in  a  version  of 
the  Psalms  and  a  selection  of  Hymns  of  unequalled  excellence,  so  far 
as  it  extends.  The  selection  here  added  is  the  result  of  the  compiler's 
experience  in  weekly  lectures  and  meetings  for  prayer,  and  was  under- 
taken for  the  use  of  his  own  parish.  But  as  a  number  of  his  brethren 
in  the  ministry  have  expressed  their  approbation  of  the  design,  and  a 
desire  to  possess  such  a  selection,  greater  effort  has  been  made  to  ren- 
der it  valuable  than  was  at  first  contemplated. 

It  is  perhaps  generally  known  that  in  the  Established  Church  of 
England,  every  congregation  either  publishes  or  selects  its  own  Hymn 
Book.  Very  extensive  use  has  been  made  in  the  following  selection 
of  those  prepared  by  the  Hon.  and  Rev.  Baptist  W.  Noel,  and  the 
Rev.  Edward  Bickersteth,  of  which  latter  work,  more  than  seventy 
thousand  are  in  use  in  the  Church  in  England.  In  selecting  from 
the  great  number  of  hymns  before  the  compiler  in  the  preparation  of 
this  work,  it  has  been  his  chief  concern  that  the  doctrine  and  probable 
impression  of  every  hymn  admitted,  should  be  in  strict  accordance 
with  the  word  of  God.  And  he  has  endeavoured  to  cherish  a  sense 
of  the  solemn  responsibility  of  preparing  that  which  any  of  the  people 
of  God  may  adopt  as  a  channel  through  which  to  offer  their  praises  to 
the  Great  Jehovah. 


HYMNS. 


/.  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 
HYMN  1.  (C.  M.) 

GREAT  God !  with  wonder  and  with 
praise 
On  all  thy  works  I  look  ; 
But  still  thy  wisdom,  power,  and  grace, 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  book. 

2  The  stars,  that  in  their  courses  roll, 
Have  much  instruction  given  : 

But  thy  good  word  informs  my  soul 
How  Imay  soar  to  heaven. 

3  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  show 
'  The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 

But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grow 
In  thy  most  holy  word. 

4  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid ; 
Here  my  best  comfort  lies ; 

Here  my  desires  are  satisfied, 

And  here  my  hopes  arise. 
6  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law, 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been, 
And  from  thy  gospel  let  me  draw 

Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 

6  Here  would  I  learn  how  Christ  has 

died 
To  save  my  soul  from  hell ; 
Not  all  the  books  on  earth  beside, 
Such  heavenly  wonders  tell. 

7  Then  let  me  love  my  Bible  more, 
And  take  a  fresh  delight, 

By  day  to  read  these  wonders  o'er, 
And  meditate  by  night. 


HYMN  2. 


(C.  M.) 


FATHER  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 
What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
Exhaustless  riches  find; 

Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
And  yields  a  free  repast  ; 

Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 
Spreads  heavenly  peace  around 

And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 


5  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight ; 

And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

6  Divine  Instructer,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  for  ever  near ; 

Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

//.  CREATION. 
HYMN  3.  (C.  M.) 

GREAT  first  of  beings  !  mighty  Lord 
Of  all  this  wondrous  frame ! 
Produced  by  thy  creating  word, 
The  world  from  nothing  came. 

2  Thy  voice  sent  forth  the  high  com- 

mand, 
'Twas  instantly  obey'd : 
And  through  thy  goodness  all  things 
stand, 
Which  by  thy  power  were  made. 

3  Lord  !  for  thy  glory  shine  the  whole  ; 
They  all  reflect  thy  light : 

For  this — in  course  the  planets  roll, 
And  day  succeeds  the  night. 

4  For  this— the  sun  dispenses  heat 
And  beams  of  cheering  day ; 

And  distant  stars  in  order  set, 
By  night  thy  power  display. 

5  For  this— the  earth  its  produce  yields, 
For  this — the  waters  flow ; 

And  blooming  plants  adorn  the  fields, 
And  trees  aspiring  grow. 

6  Inspired  with  praise,our  minds  pursue 

This  wise  and  noble  end — 

That  all  we  think,  and  all  we  do, 

Shall  to  thine  honour  tend. 

HYMN  4.  (C.  M.) 

Genesis  i. 

LET  heaven  arise,  let  earth  appear, 
Proclaim'd  the  eternal  Lord  ! 
The  heaven  arose,  the  earth  appear'd, 
At  his  creating  word. 

2  But  formless  was  the  earth,  and  void, 
Dark,  sluggish,  and  confused ; 

Till  o'er  the' mass  the  Spirit  moved, 
And  quickening  power  diffused. 

3  Then  spake  the  Lord  Omnipotent 
The  mandate,  "  Be  there  light:" 

Light  darted  forth  in  vivid  rays, 
And  scatter'd  ancient  night. 
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HYMN    5,  6,  7,  8. 


4  The  glorious  firmament  he  spread, 
To  part  the  earth  and  sky  ; 

And  fix'd  the  upper  elements 
Within  their  spheres  on  high. 

5  He  bade  the  seas  together  flow ; 
They  left  the  solid  land  ; 

And  herbs  and  plants,  and  fruitful  trees 
Sprung  forth  at  his  command. 

6  Above,   he    form'd    the    stars;    and 

placed 
Two  greater  orbs  of  light; 
The  radiant  sun  to  rule  the  day, 
The  moon  to  rule  the  night. 

7  To  all  the  varied  living  tribes 
He  gave  their  wondrous  birth ; 

Some  form'd  within  the  watery  deep, 
Some,  from  the  teeming  earth. 

8  Then,  chief  o'er  all  his  works  below, 
Man,  honour'd  man,  was  made  ; 

His  soul  with  God's  pure  image  stamp'd, 
With  innocence  array'd. 

9  Completed  now  the  mighty  work, 
God  his  creation  view'd  ; 

And,  pleased  with  all  that  he  had  made, 

Pronounced  it  "very  good." 

HYMN  5.  (II.  1.) 

Psalm  cxlviii. 

Praise  from  living  Creatures. 

BEGIN,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 
And  praise  the  Almighty's  name  ; 
Let   heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and 

skies, 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  the  inspiring  theme. 

2  Ye  anaels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  ail  the  adoring  thx-ones  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing  ; 
Let  every  listening  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 

3  VVhate'er  this  living  world  eontalns 
That  wings  the  air,  or  treads  the  plains, 
'    United  praise  bestow  ; 

Ve  tenants  of  the  ocean  wide, 
Proclaim  him  through  the  mighty  tide, 
And  in  the  deeps  below. 

4  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  sway'd, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  HIS  tremendous  Name  around, 
While  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back 
t!ve"sound, 

T  °  general  burst  of  joy. 

HYMN  6.  (H.  1.) 

Psalm  cxlviii. 
Praise  from  the  Elements  and  Worlds. 
\7*E  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains, 
JL    Where    pure,   serene    effulgence 
reigns, 


Ye  scenes  divinely  fair, 
Your  Maker's  wondrous  power  pro- 
claim, 
Tell  how  he  form'd  your  shining  frame 

And  breathed  the  fluid  air. 

2  Join,  all  ye  stars,  the  vocal  choir; 
Thou  dazzling  orb  of  liquid  fire 

The  mighty  chorus  aid  ; 
And,  soon  as  evening  veils  the  plain, 
Thou  moon,  prolong  the  hallow'd  strain 

And  praise  hiin  in  the  shade. 

3  Thou    heaven  of  heavens,   his   vasl 

abode, 
Proclaim  the  glories  of  thy  God; 

Ye  worlds,  declare  his  might ; 
He  spake  the  word,  and  ye  were  made- 
Darkness  and  dismal  chaos  fled, 

And  nature  sprung  to  light. 

4  Let  every  element  rejoice  ; 

Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice 

To  him  who  bids  you  roll ; 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

HYMN  7.  (L.  M.) 

Psalm  xix. 

THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  The  unwearied  sun  from  day  to  day 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale 
A.nd,  nightly,  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth ; 

4  Whilst  all  the  stars  that  round  her 

burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

5  What  though  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found; 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 
"The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

III.    PROVIDENCE. 
HYTMN  8.  (L.  M.) 

ETERNAL  Source  of  every  joy! 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  em- 


ploy, 
ile 


While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
To  hail  thee  sovereign  of  the  year. 


HYMN  9,  10,  11. 


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2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy    hand    supports   and   guides    the 

whole  : 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigour  shine 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through    all    our    coasts    redundant 

stores ; 
And  winters,  soften'd  by  thy  care, 
No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 
6  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and 

days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid. 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
6  Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  saboaths  bless  our  eyes, 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar. 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 


HYMN  9. 

Psalm  xxiii. 


(II.  3.) 


THE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And   feed  me   with  a  shepherd's 
care ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  ; 
My  noonday  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
My  weary  wandering  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  stili : 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me   through  the   dreadful 

shade. 


HYMN  10.  (C.  M.) 

HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 


W 


My  rising  soul  surveys. 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  pra'se ! 

2  O  how  shall  words  with  equal  warmth 
The  gratitude  declare 

That  glows  within  my  ravish'd  heart ! 
But  thou  canst  read  it  there. 

3  Thy  providence  my  life  sustain'd, 
And  all  my  wants  redrest, 

When  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay, 
And  hung  upon  the  breast. 

4  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  eries 
Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 


E'er  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learut 

To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 
5  Unnumber'd  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 

From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd. 
G  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 
7  Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and 
deaths, 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way, 
And  through  the  pleasing  snares  of  vice, 

More  to  be  fear'd  than  they. 
3  When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast 
thou 

With  health  renew'd  my  face ; 
And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 

Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

9  Thy   bounteous   hand    with   worldly 
bliss 

Has  made  my  cup  run  o'er  ; 
And  in  a  kind  and  faithful  friend 
Has  doubled  all  my  slore. 

10  Ten    thousand   thousand   precious 

gifts 
My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
No;  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

11  Through  every  period  of  my  life 
Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

12  When  nature  fails,  and  day  and  night 
Bivide  thy  works  no  more, 

My  ever  grateful  heart,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mercy  shall  adore. 

13  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 
A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  ; 

But  oh  !  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

HYMN  11.  OH.  1.) 

Psalm  xxxi.  15. 

"  Mu  times  are  in  thy  hand.1' 

SOVEREIGN  Buler  of  the  skies, 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise, 
All  our  times  are  in  thy  hand 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

2  He  that  form'd  us  in  the  womb, 
He  shall  guide  us  to  the  tomb ; 
All  our  ways  shall  ever  be 
Order'd  by  his  wise  decree. 

3  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health, 
Blighting  want,  and  cheerful  wealth, 
All  our  pleasures,  all  our  pains, 
Come,  and  end,  as  God  ordains. 

May  we  always  own  thy  hand, 
Still  to  thee  surrender'd  stand, 
Know  that  thou  art  God  alone, 
We  and  ours  are  all  thy  own ! 


so 


HYMN    12,  13,  14,  15,  16. 


G 


HYMN  12.  (C.  M.) 

OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 


His  w-.nders  to  perform  . 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines, 
With  never-failing  skill, 

He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  gracious  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 

Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  hiin  for  his  grace  : 

Behind  a  frowning  providence 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
6  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 
6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

IV.— REDE  MP  TION. 


HYMN  13. 


(S.  M.) 


Job  ix.  2—6. 


AH,  how  shall  fallen  man 
Be  just  before  his  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  sink  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark 
With  strict  inquiring  eyes, 

Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults 
A  just  excuse  devise. 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God  ! 
Who  can  with  thee  contend? 

Or  who  that  tries  the  unequal  &trife, 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  1 

4  The  mountains,  in  thy  wrath, 
Their  ancient  seats  forsake ! 

The  trembling  earth  deserts  her  place, 
Her  rooted  pillars  shake ! 

5  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 
Contend  with  such  a  God? 

None,  none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 

HYMN  14.  (L.  M.) 

Job  ix.  30—33. 

THOUGH  I  should  seek  to  wash  me 
clean 
In  water  of  the  driven  snow, 
My  soul  would  yet  its  spot  retain, 

And  sink  in  conscious  guilt  and  wo : 
2  The  Spirit,  in  his  power  divine, 
Would  cast  my  vaunting  soul  to  earth, 


Expose  the  foulness  of  its  sin, 
And  show  the  vileness  of  its  worth. 

3  Ah.  not  like  erring  man  is  God, 
That  men  to  answer  him  should  dare  ; 

Condemn'd,  and  into  silence  awed, 
They  helpless  stand  before  his  bar. 

i  There,  must  a  Mediator  plead, 

Who,  God  and  man,  may  both  em- 
brace ; 
With  God,  for  man  to  intercede, 

And  offer  man  the  purchased  grace. 
6  And  lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  slain 

To  be  this  Mediator  crown'd . 
In    Him,   my  soul,    be   cleansed  from 
stain, 

In  Him  thy  righteousness  be  found. 

HYMN  15.  (L.  M.) 

ALL  glorious  God,  what  hymns  of 
praise 
Shall  our  transported  voices  raise  ! 
What  ardent  love  and  zeal  are  due, 
While  heaven  stands  open  to  our  view! 

2  Once  we  were  fall'n,  and  O  how  low  1 
Just  on  the  brink  of  endless  wo  ; 
WThen  Jesus,  from  the  realms  above, 
Borne  on  the  wings  of  boundless  love, 

3  Scatter'd  the   shades  of  death  and 

night, 
And  spread  around  his  heavenly  light ! 
By  him  what  wondrous  grace  is  shown 
To  souls  impoverish'd  and  undone  ! 

4  He     shows,    beyond    these    mortal 

shores, 
A  bright  inheritance  as  ours : 
Where  saints  in  light  our  coming  wait, 
To  share  their  holy,  happy  state. 


HYMN  16. 


(CM.) 


SALVATION  !  O  the  joyful  sound, 
Gliiti  UJ:iJt,s  to  our  ears, 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Salvation  !  buried  once  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 

But  now  we  rise  by  grace  divine, 
And  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around ; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

4  Salvation !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 
To  Thee  the  praise  belongs ; 

Our  hearts  shall  kindle  at  thy  Name, 
Thy  Name  inspire  our  songs. 

Chorus,  for  the  end  of  each  verse. 

Glory,  honour,  praise,  and  powei; 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever ; 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer ! 
Hallelujah,  praise  the  Lord ! 


HYMN  17,  18,  19,  20,  21,  22. 


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HYMN  17.  (C.  M.) 

rour  Redeemer's  glorious  Name 
Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 
O  may  his  love  (immortal  flame  !) 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what   mortal  thought  can 

reach  ! 
What  mortal  tongue  display  ! 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  He  left  his  radiant  throne  on  high, 
Left  the  bright  realms  of  bliss, 

And  came  to  earth  to  bleed  and  die  ! 
Was  ever  love  like  this? 

4  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 
Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 

May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
"The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

5  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 
Fill  every  heart  and  tongue  ; 

Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  Name. 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 


HYMN  18. 


(III.  3.) 


SAVIOUR,  source  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  harp  to  grateful  lays ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 
Suog  by  raptured  saints  above ; 

Fill  my  sbul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 

Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Didst  redeem  me  with  thy  blood. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended, 
Safe  through  life  thus  far  I've  come  ; 

Safe,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 

HYMN  19.  (C.  M.) 

Titus  iii.  4—7. 

MY  grateful  soul,  for  ever  praise, 
For  ever  love  his  Name, 
Who  turn'd  thee  from  the  fatal  paths 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

2  Vain  and  presumptuous  is  the  trust 
Wrhich  in  our  works  we  place  ; 

Salvation  from  a  higher  source 
Flows  to  our  fallen  race. 

3  'Tis  from  the  love  of  God,  through 

Christ, 
That  all  eur  hopes  begin  ; 
His  mercy  saved  our  souls  from  death, 
And  wash'd  us  from  our  sin. 

4  His  Spirit,  through  the  Savtbur  shed, 
His  sacred  fire  imparts, 

Removes  our  dross  and  love  divine 
Enkindles  in  our  Lsearts. 


5  Thus  raised  from  death,  we  live  anew; 

And,  justified  by  grace, 
We  hope  in  glory  to  appear, 

And  see  our  Father's  face. 


HYMN  20. 


(C.  M.) 


HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
Unconscious  of  its  load  : 
The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  The  will  perverse,  the  passions  blind, 
In  paths  of  ruin  stray; 

Reason  debased  can  never  find 
The  safe,  the  narrow  way. 

3  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 
The  stubborn  will  subdue  1 

'Tis  thine,  Almighty  Saviour,  thine, 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

4  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 
And  upwards  bid  them  rise  ; 

And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 

5  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away 
And  bid  the  sinner  live ; 

A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  te  give. 

6  O  change  these  wretched  hearts  of 

ours, 
And  give  them  life  divine  ! 
Then     shall    our    passions    and    our 

powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

HYMN  21.  (C.  M.) 

FATHER,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift, 
On  thee  my  hope  depends, 
Convinced  that  every  perfect  gift 
From  thee  alone  descends. 

2  Mercy  and  grace  are  thine  alone, 
And  power  and  wisdom  too  ; 

Without  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
We  nothing  good  can  do. 

3  Thou    all    our   works   in    us    hast 

wrought, 
Our  good  is  all  divine ; 
The  praise  of  every  holy  thought 
And  righteous  ward  is  thine. 

4  From  thee,  through  Jesus,  we  receive 
The  power  on  thee  to  call, 

In  whom  we  are,  and  move,  and  live  : 
Our  God  is  all  in  all. 

HYMN  22.  (m.  1.) 

SING,  my  soul,  his  wondrous  love, 
Who,  from  yon  bright  throne 
above, 

Ever  watchful  o'er  our  race, 
Still  to  man  extends  his  grace. 
2  Heaven  and  earth  by  him  were  made, 
All  is  by  his  sceptre  sway'd : 
What  are  we  that  he  should  show 
So  much  love  to  us  below  1 


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HYMN  23,  24,  25,  26,  27. 


3  God,  the  merciful  and  good, 
Bought  us  with  the  Saviour's  blood: 
And,  to  make  our  safety  sure, 
Guides  us  by  his  Spirit  pure. 

4  Sing,  my  soul,  adore  his  name  ; 
Let  his  glory  be  thy  theme  ; 
Praise  him  till  he  calls  thee  home, 
Trust  his  love  for  all  to  ceme. 


HYMN  23. 


(S.M.) 


GRACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound ! 
Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man, 

And  all  the  means  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  guides  my  wandering  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road; 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  1  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown 
Through  everlasting  days ; 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

V.    THE  CHURCH. 

HYMN  21.  (S.  M.) 

LIKE  Noah's  weary  dove, 
That  soar'd  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting-place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found  ; 

2  O  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam ; 

All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  ark  of  God, 
Behold  the  open  door  ; 

Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

4  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 
There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 

And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest.  • 

5  And,  when  the  waves  of  ire 
Again  the  earth  shall  fill, 

The  Ark  shall  ride  the  sea  of  fire ; 
Then  rest  on  Zion's  hill. 


HYMN  25. 


(S.  M.) 


I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  Church  our  blest  Redeemer 

With  his  own  precious  blood. 
2  I  love  thy  Church,  O  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Pear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 


3  If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons, 
My  voice  or  hands  deny, 

These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

4  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 
Her  welfare,  or  her  woe, 

Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'errlow. 

5  For  her  my  tears  shall  fail ; 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

6  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

7  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

8  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zian  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

HYMN  26.  (C.  M.) 

Htb.  xii.  13.  22-24. 

NOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke  : 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill, 
The  city  of  our  God; 

Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  the  innumerable  host 
Of  angels  clothed  in  light ! 

Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just 
Whose  faith  is  changed  to  sight. 

4  Behold  the  bless'd  assembly  there 
Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven; 

Hear  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declare 
Their  sins,  through  Christ,  forgiven  1 

5  Angels,  and  living  saints  and  dead, 
But  one  communion  make  ; 

All  join  in  Christ,  their  vital  Head, 
And  of  his  love  partake. 

HYMN  27.  (S.  M.) 

BLEST  is  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  united  prayers  ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one* 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
I     The  sympathizing  tear. 


HYMN  28,  29,  30,  31,  32. 


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4  When  we  at  death  must  part, 
How  keen,  how  deep  the  pain  ! 

But  we  shall' still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Throughout  eternity. 

HYMN  28.  ill.  1.) 

Psalm  cxxii. 
The  Church  in  Glory. 

WITH  joy  shall  I  behold  the  day 
That  calls  my  willing  soul  away 
To  dwell  among  the  blest : 
Fsr  lo !  my  great  Redeemer's  power 
Unfolds  the  everlasting  door, 
And  points  me  to  his  rest. 

2  E'en  now  to  my  expecting  eyes 
The  heaven-built  towers  of  Salem  rise ; 

Their  glory  I  survey  ; 
I  view  her  mansions  that  contain 
The  angel  host,  a  beauteous  train, 

And  shine  with  cloudless  day. 

3  Thither,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Lo  !  the  redeem'd  of  God  ascend, 

Borne  on  immortal  wing  ; 
There,  crown'd  with  everlasting  joy, 
In  ceaseless  hymns  their  tongues  em- 
ploy 

Before  the  Almighty  King. 

4  The  King  a  seat  hath  there  prepared, 
High,  on  eternal  base  uprear'd, 

For  his  eternal  Son  : 
His  palaces  with  joy  abound ; 
His  saints,  by  him  with  glory  crown'd, 

Attend  and  share  his  throne. 

5  Mother  of  cities  !  o'er  thy  head 
Bright  peace,  with  healing  wings  out- 
spread, 

For  evermore  shall  dwell : 
Let  me,  blest  seat !  my  name  behold 
Among  thy  citizens  enroll'd, 

And  bid  the  world  farewell. 

HYMN  29.  (L.  M.) 

Isaiah  lii.  1,  2. 

TRIUMPHANT  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the 
dead ! 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And    gird    thee    with    thy    Saviour's 
strength ! 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known : 
Deck'd  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallow'd  walls  with  dread  ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

2F 


4  God,  from  on  high,  has  heard  thy 

prayer, 
His  hands  thy  ruins  shall  repair ; 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

VI.    FESTIVALS  AND  FASTS, 

THE   LORD'S   DAY. 
HYMN  30.  (II.  4.) 

AWAKE,  ye  saint3,  awake, 
And  hail  this  sacred  day  ; 
In  loftiest  songs  cf  praise 

Your  joyful  homage  pay  : 
Welcome  the  day  that  God  hath  blest, 
The  type  of  heaven's  eternal  rest. 

2  On  this  auspicious  morn 
The  Lord  of  life  arose  ; 

He  bur^t  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquish'd  all  our  foes : 
And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above, 
And  reaps  the  fruits  of  all  his  love. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 
Heaven  with  hosannas  rings, 

And  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Through  endlessyearstolive  and  reign. 

4  Great  King,  gird  on  thy  sword, 
Ascend  thy  conquering  car  ; 

While  justice,truth,  and  love, 
Maintain  thy  glorious  war: 
This  day  let  sinners  own  thy  sway,  . 
And  rebels  cast  their  arms  away  ! 

HYMN  31.  (C.  M.) 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
Let  young  and  old  rejoice  : 
To  him  be  vows  and  homage  paid 
Whose  service  is  our  choice. 

2  This  is  the  temple  of  the  Lord: 
How  dreadful  is  this  place  ! 

With  meekness  let  us  hear  his  word, 
With  reverence  seek  his  face. 

3  This  is  the  homage  he  requires— 
The  voice  of  praise  and  prayer, 

The  soul's  affections,  hopes,  desires, 
Ourselves  and  all  we  are. 

4  While  rich  and  poor  for  mercy  call, 
Propitious  from  the  skies, 

The  Lord,  the  Maker  of  them  all, 
Accepts  the  sacrifice. 

5  Well  pleased,  through  Jesus  Christ 

his  Son, 
From  sin  he  grants  release ; 
According  to  their  faith  'tis  done, 
He  bids  them  go  in  peace. 

HYMN  32.  (S.  M.) 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 


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HYMN  33,  34.  35,  36,  37,  38. 


2  The  King  himself  comes  n^ar 
To  feast  his  saints  to-day  ; 

Here  may  we  sk,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love  and  praise  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 
Where  Jesus  is  within, 

Is  better  than  ten  thousand  days 
Gf  pleasure  and  of  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 

Till  it  is  call'd  to  soar  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN  33.  (L.  M.) 

ANOTHCR  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Lord's  day  has  begun  ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  hours  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  This  day  may  our  devotions  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies  ; 
And  heaven  that  sweet  repose  bestow. 
Which  none  but  they  who  feel  it  know! 

3  This  peaceful  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  sure  pledge  of  heavenly  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains. 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away  : 
How  sweet  a  sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 

HYMN  34.  (n.  3.) 

GREAT   God!   this   sacred   day  of 
thine 
Demands  the  soul's  collected  powers  ; 
Gladly  we  now  to  thee  resign 

These  solemn,  consecrated  hours  : 
O  may  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne  ! 

2  All-seeing  God  !  thy  piercing  eye 
Can  every  secret  thought  explore  ; 

May  worldly  cares  our  bosoms  fly, 

And  where  thou  art.  intrude  no  more 
O  may  thy  grace  our  spirits  move, 
And  fix  our  minds  on  things  above! 

3  Thy  Spirit's  powerful  aid  impart, 
And  bid  thy  word,  with  life  divine, 

Engage  the  ear,  and  warm  the  heart ; 

Then  shall  the  day  indeed  be  thine  : 
Then  shall  our  souls  adoring  own 
The  grace  that  calls  us  to  thy  throne. 

HYMN  35.  (II.  4.) 

IN  loud  exalted  strains, 
The  King  of  glory  praise  ; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns, 

Through  everlasting  days: 
But  Zionwith  his  presence  blest, 
Is  his  delight,  his  chosen  rest. 
2  O  King  of  glory  !  come, 

And  with  thy  favour  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  home, 

This  people  as  thy  own. 


Beneath  this  roof  vouchsafe  to  show 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

3  Now  let  thine  ear  attend 
Our  supplicating  cries ; 

Now  let  our  praise  ascend, 

Accepted  to  the  skies: 
Now  let  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Spread  its  celestial  influence  round. 

4  Here  may  the  listening  throng 
Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love  ; 

Here  Christians  join  the  song 

Of  seraphim  above : 
Till  all  who  humbly  seek  thy  face, 
Rejoice  in  thy  abounding  grace. 

HYMN  36.  (L.  M.) 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world 
begone : 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 
From  flesh  and  sense  I  would  be  free, 
And  hold  communion,  Lord,  with  thee 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire, 

To  see  thy  grace,  to  taste  thy  love, 
And  feel  thine  influence  from  above. 

3  When  I  can  say  that  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  see  thy  glories  shine, 
I'll  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  men  call  rich  and  great 

4  Send  comfort  down  from  thy  right 

hand 
To  cheer  me  in  this  barren  land  ; 
And  in  thy  temple  let  me  know 
The  joys  that  from  thy  presence  flow. 


HYMN  37. 


(L.  M.) 


MY  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see 
The  dawn  of  thy  returning  day ; 
My  thoughts,  O  God,  ascend  to  thee, 
While  thus  my  early  vows  1  pay. 

2  I  yield  my  heart  to  thee  alone, 
Noi  would  receive  another  guest ; 

Eternal  King!  erect  thy  throne, 
And  reign  sole  monarch  in  my  breast. 

3  O  bid  this  trifling  world  retire, 

And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away  ; 
Nor  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire, 
One  sinful  thought,  through  all  the 
day. 

4  Then  to  thy  courts  when  I  repair, 
My  soul  shall  rise  on  joyful  wing, 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  declare, 
And  join  the   strains  which  angels 
sing. 

HYMN  38.  (in.  1.) 

TO  thy  temple  I  repair  ; 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there ; 
While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue. 
2  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend. 
God  of  love,  to  mine  attend  ; 


HYMN  39,  40,  41,  42,  43,  44. 


Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads ; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

3  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  thy  gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

4  While  thy  ministers  proclaim 
Peace  and  pardon  in  thy  name, 
Through  their  voice,  by  faith,  may  I 
Hear  thee  speaking  from  on  high. 

5  From  thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn  ; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

"I  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

HYMN  39.  (L.  M.) 

After  Sermon. 

ALMIGHTY  Father  !  bless  the  word 
Which,  through  thy  grace,  we  now 

have  heard ; 
O  may  ttie  precious  seed  take  root, 
Spring  up,  and  bear  abundant  fruit ! 
2  We  praise  thee  for  the  means  of 

grace, 
Thus  in  thy  courts  to  seek  thy  face  : 
Grant,  Lord  !  that  we  who  worship  here 
May  all  at  length  in  heaven  appear. 

HYMN  40.  (III.  5.) 

LORD!  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace; 

O  refresh  us, 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness ! 
2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  the  gospel's  joyful  sound; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  : 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found ! 


H 


ADVENT. 

HYMN  41.  (C.  M.) 

ARK !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour 
comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  pour'd, 
Exerts  his  sacred  fire  ; 

Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love, 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release, 
In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 

The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  viee 
To  clear  the  mental  ray ; 

And  on  the  eyes  oppressed  with  night 
To  pour  celestial  day. 


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5  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 

And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

6  Our  glad  Husannas,  Prince  of  peace 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 

And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

HYMN  42.  (III.  3.) 

HAIL,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ! 
From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art, 

Long  desired  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born  thy  people  to  deliver, 
Born  a  child,  yet  God  our  King, 

Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 
Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

-1  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 

By  thine  all  sufficient  merit 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

CHRISTMAS. 
HYMN  43.  (C.  M. 

Luke  ii.  8—15. 

WHILE    shepherds    watch'd    their 
flocks  by  night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 
Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  ; 

"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you  in  David's  town  this  day 
Is  born,  of  David's  line, 

The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord ; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 

4  "The  heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall 
To  human  view  display'd,  [find, 

All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 
Appear'd  a  shining  throng 

Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Address'd  their  joyful  song  : 

3  "All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 

Good-will  henceforth,  from  heaven  to 
men, 
Begin  and  never  cease." 


HYMN  44. 


(C.  M.) 


WHILE  angels  thus,  O  Lord,  rejoice, 
Shall  men  no  anthem  raise  7 
O  may  we  lose  these  useless  tongues, 
When  we  forget  to  praise ! 


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HYMN  45,46,47,48. 


2  Then  let  us  swell  responsive  notes, 
And  join  the  heavenly  throng  ; 

For  angels  no  such  love  have  known 
As  we,  to  wake  their  song. 

3  Good- will  to  sinful  dust  is  shown, 
And  peace  on  earth  is  given ; 

For  lo  !  the  incarnate  Saviour  comes, 
With  news  of  joy  from  heaven  ! 

4  Mercy  and  truth,  with  sweet  accord, 
His  rising  beams  adorn  ; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  sing, 
"  The  promised  child  is  born  !" 

6  Glory  to  God.  in  highest  strains, 

By  highest  worlds  is  paid  ; 
Be  glory,  then,  by  us  proclaim'd, 

And  by  our  lives  display'd  ; 

6  Till  we  attain  those  blissful  realms, 
Where  now  our  Saviour  reigns; 

To  rival  these  celestial  clioirs 
In  their  immortal  strains  ! 


HYMN  45. 


(III.  1.) 


HARK  !  the  herald  angels  sing 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King, 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  ! 

2  Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
.ToiiLthe  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 
With  the  angelic  hosts  proclaim 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem ! 

3  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 

Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  the  virgin's  womb  ! 

4  VeiPd  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see ! 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity, 
Pleased,  as  man,  with  man  to  dwell, 
Jesus,  now  Emanuel! 

5  Risen  with  healing  in  lus  wings, 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings; 
Hail  the  Sun  of  righteousness, 

Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace. 

HYMN  46. 

Chorus.    Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exult- 
inyly  sing  ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah 
is  King. 
Zion  !  the  marvellous  storv  be  telling, 
The  Son  of  the  highest  how  lowly  his 
birth ! 
The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excel- 
ling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns 
upon  earth. 

Chorus.    Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exult- 
ingly  sing; 
Jeiusalem  triumphs,  Messiah 
is  King. 


2  Tell  how  he  cometh,  from  nation  to 

nation, 
The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth 
echo  round ! 
How  tree  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salva- 
tion, 
How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting 
are  crown'd. 

Chorus.    Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exult- 
ingly  sing; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah 
is  King. 

3  Mortals!  your  homage  be  gratefi'ly 

bringing, 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna 
arise ; 
Ye  angel? '  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, 
One    chorus    resound    through    the 
earth  and  the  skies. 
Chorus.    Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exult- 
iugrv  sing ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah 
is  King. 

HYMN  47.  (C.  M.) 

Isaiah  ix.  2 — 7. 

THE  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined 
Have  seen  a  glorious  light ; 
The  people  now  behold  the  dawn, 
Who  dwelt  in  death  and  night. 

2  To  hail  thy  rising,  Sun  of  life ! 
The  gathering  nations  come, 

Joyous  as  when  the  reapers  bear 
Their  harvest  treasures  home. 

3  For  thou  our  burden  hast  removed, 
The  oppressor's  reign  is  broke  ; 

Thy  fiery  conflict  with  the  foe 
Has  burst  his  cruel  yoke. 

4  To  us  the  promised  Child  is  born ; 
To  us  the  Son  is  given  ; 

Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
And  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

5  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  peace, 
For  evermore  adored, 

The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  mighty  God  and  Lord. 

6  His    power    increasing    still    shall 

spread, 
His  reign  no  end  shall  know  ; 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

END   OF   THE    YEAR. 
HYMN  48.  (C.  M.) 

TIME  hastens  on ;  ye  longing  saints, 
Now  raise  your  voices  high  ; 
And  magnify  that  sovereign  love 
Which  shows  salvation  nigh. 


HYMN  49,  50,  51,  52. 


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2  As  time  depart?,  salvation  comes, 
Each  moment  brings  it  near; 

Then  welcome  each  declining  day  ; 
Welcome  each  closing  year. 

3  Not  many  years  their  course  shall 

run, 
Not  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  reveal'd 
To  our  transported  eyes. 

HYMN  49.  (C.  M.) 

St.  Luke  xiii.  6—9. 

SEE,  in  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord, 
A  barren  fig  tree  stands  ; 
No  fruit  it  yields,  no  blossom  bears, 
Though  planted  by  his  hands. 

2  From  year  to  year  the  tree  he  views 
And  still  no  fruit  is  found  ; 

Then   "cut  it  down,"   the  Lord  com 
mands, 
"Why  cumbers  it  the  ground!" 

3  But  lo  !  the  gracious  Saviour  pleads — 
"The  barren  fig  tree  spare, 

Another  year  in  mercy  wait, 
It  yet  may  bloom  and  bear : 

4  "  But  if  my  culture  prove  in  vain, 
And  still  no  fruit  be  found, 

1  plead  no  more  ;  destroy  the  tree, 
And  root  it  from  thy  ground." 

NEVV-Y  EAR- 
HYMN  50.  (L.  M.) 

THE  God  of  life,  whose  constant  care 
With  blessings  crowns  each  open- 
ing year, 
My  scanty  span  doth  still  prolong, 
And  wakes  anew  mine  annual  song. 

2  How  many  precious  souls  are  fled 
To  the  vast  regions  of  the  dead, 
Since  to  this  day  the  changing  sun 
Through  his  last  yearly  period  run  ! 

3  We  yet  survive,  but  who  can  say, 
"Or  through  this  year,  or  month,  or 

day, 
I  shall  retain  this  vital  breath, 
Thus  far,  at  least,  in  league  with  death  V 

4  That  breath  is  thine,  eternal  God ; 
'Tis  thine  to  fix  my  soul's  abode  ; 

It  holds  its  life  from  thee  alone, 
On  earth,  or  in  the  world  unknown. 

5  To  the<i  our  spirits  we  resign, 
Make  them  and  own  them  still  as  thine  ; 
So  shall  they  live  secure  from  fear, 
Though  death  should  blast  the  rising 

year. 

6  Thy  children,  panting  to  begone, 
May  bid  the  tide  of  time  roll  on, 
To  land  them  on  that  happy  shore, 
Whore  years  and  death  are  known  no 

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7  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  that  plac< 
No  groans,  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Resounding  from  immortal  tongues: 

8  No  more  alarms  from  ghostly  foes; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

9  O,  long  expected  year  !  begin, 
Dawn  on  this  world  of  woe  and  sin  ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
To  sleep  in  death,  and  rest  with  God. 


HYMN  51. 


(C.  M.) 


A  S  o'er  the  past  my  memory  strays, 
Xx.     Why  heaves  the  secret  sigh  ] 
'Tis  that  I  mourn  departed  days, 
Still  unprepared  to  die. 

2  The  world  and    worldly  things  be- 

loved 
My  anxious  thoughts  employ'd  ; 
And  time  unhallow'd,  unimproved, 
Presents  a  fearful  void. 

3  Yet,  holy  Father,  wild  despair 
Chase  from  my  labouring  breast 

Tky   grace   it  is  which  prompts   the 
pi*ayer, 
That  grace  can  do  the  rest. 

4  My  life's  brief  remnant  all  be  thine  ! 
And  when  thy  sure  decree 

Bids  me  this  fleeting  breath  resign, 
O  speed  my  soul  to  Thee  ! 


EPIPHANY. 


HYMN  52. 


(S.  M.) 


Isaiah  lii.  7 — 10. 

HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 
How  sweet  their  tidings  are  ! 
Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 
That  hoar  this  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 
That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forlh  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
I*et  every  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  and  their  Gud. 


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HYMN  53,  54,  55,  56. 


HYMN  53.  (II.  5.) 

Isaiah  Ix.  &c. 

RISE,  crown'd  with    light,   imperial 
Salem,  rise  ! 
Exalt  thy  towering  head  and  lift  thine 

eyes ! 
See  heaven  its  sparkling  portals  wide 

display, 
And  break  upon  thee  in  a  flood  of  day  ! 

2  See  a  long  race  thy  spacious  courts 

adorn, 
See  future  sons  and  daughters  yet  un- 
born. 
In  crowding  ranks,  on  every  side  arise, 
Demanding  life,  impatient  for  the  skies. 

3  See  barbarous  nations  at  thy  gates 

attend, 
Walk  in  thy  light,  and  in  thy  temple 

bend  ! 
See    thy   bright    altars    throng'd  with 

prostrate  kings, 
While  every    land  its  joyous   tribute 

brings  ! 

4  The   seas  shall  waste,  the  skies  to 

smoke  decay, 
Rocks  fall  to  dust,  and  mountains  melt 

away  ; 
But  fix'd  his  word,  his  saving  power  re 

mains — 
Thy  realm  shall  last,  thy  own  Messiah 

reigns. 

HYMN  54.  (D.  6.) 

Psalm  lxxii. 

HAIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son  , 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reiun  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succour  speedy, 
To  those  who  suffer  wrong; 

To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 
And  bid  the  weak  be  strong  ; 

To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 
Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 

Whose  souls,  condemn'd  and  dying, 
Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  He  shall  descend  like  showers 
Upon  the  fruitful  earth; 

And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  To  him  shall  prayer  unceasing, 
And  daily  vows,  ascend  ; 

His  kingdom  still  increasing, 
A  kingdom  without  end: 


The  tide  of  time  shall  never 
His  covenant  remove  ; 

His  name  shall  stand  for  ever: 
That  name  to  us  is  Love. 


HYMN  55. 

Isaiah 


(C.  M.) 

2-5. 


O'ER  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God 
In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Above  the  summits  of  the  hills, 
Ami  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 
All  tribes  and" tongues,  shall  flow  ; 

Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they'll  say, 
And  to  his  house  we'll  go. 

3  The  beams  that  shine   from  Zion'a 
hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towera 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  Among  the  nations  he  shall  judge, 
His  judgments  truth  shall  guide  ; 

His  sceptre  shall  protect  the  just, 
And  crush  the  sinner's  pride. 

5  For  peaceful  implements  shall  men 
Exchange  their  swords  and  spears  ; 

Nor  shall  they  study  war  again 
Throughout  those  happy  years. 

6  Come,  O  ye  house  of  Jacob  !  come 
To  worship  at  his  shrine  ; 

And.  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  graces  shine. 


HYMN  56. 


(III.  1.) 


Litany. 

SAVIOUR,  when  in  dust  to  thee 
Low  we  bow  the  adoring  knee ; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes ; 
O,  by  all  thy  pains  and  woe, 
Sulr'er'd  once  for  man  below, 
Bendins  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

2  By  thy  birth  and  early  years, 
By  thy  human  griefs  and  fears, 
By  thy  fasting  and  distress 
In  the  lonely  wilderness: 
By  thy  victory  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  power; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

3  By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair, 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer, 
By  the  purple  robe  of  scorn, 
~y  thy  wounds— thy  crown  of  thorn, 
By  thy  cross — thy  pangs  and  cries; 
By  thy  perfect  s'aiM-ifice  ; 
lesns,  look  with  pitying  eye; 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 


4  By  thy  deep  expiring  groan, 
By  the  seal'd  sepulchral  stone, 
By  thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
By  tliy  power  from  death  to  save 
Mighty  God,  ascended  Lord, 
To  thy  throne  in  heaven  restored 
Prince  and  Saviour,  hear  our  cry 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 


HYMN  57,  58,  59,  60,  61. 

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HYMN  57. 


(L.  M.) 


MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  : 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions   mix  with 

earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  all  my  purest  joys  forego  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  llesh  and  sense ; 
Thy    grace,    O    Lord,    can    draw   me 

thence  : 

1  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

HYMN  53.  (C.  M.) 

ALAS,  what  hou»ly  dangers  rise  ! 
What  snares  beset  my  way  ! 
To  heaven  O  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  com- 

plain, 
And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain  I 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears. 

3  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 
My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 

Help  me  w  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

5  Whene'er    temptations    fright 

heart, 
Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

6  O  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 
And  bid  the  tempter  flee ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 


And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove  I 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love"? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 
How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 

That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 
Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 

O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


my 


HYMN 


(C.  M.) 


HOW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 

Furgetful  of  his  word  ! 
2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "Return ," 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  1 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
O,  take  the  wanderer  home. 


HYMN  00. 


(L.  M.) 


OTHOU,  to  whose  all  searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart;  it  looks  to  thee; 
O  burst  its  bonds,  and  set  it  free  ! 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  remove  its  dross, 
Bind  my  affections  to  the  cross  ; 
Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 

Be  clean,  as  thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 
Be  ihou  my  light,  be  thou  my  way  ; 
No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  harm  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

5  Saviour  !  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee  : 

O  let  thy  band  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  tiiy  holy  hill. 

See  Hymns  on  Repenlance. 

PASSION    WEEK    AND   GOOD   FRIDAY- 
HYMN  61.  (HI.  4.) 
Isaiah  lxiii.  1 — 4. 

WHO  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom. 
All    his   raiment    stain'd    with 
blood, 
To  the  captive  speaking  freedom, 

Bringing  and  bestowing  good; 
Glorious  in  the  garb  he  wears, 
Glorious  in  the  spoil  he  bears  J 

2  'Ti.s  the  Saviour,  now  victorious, 
Travelling  onward  in  his  might ; 

Tis  the  Saviour,  O  how  glorious 

To  his  people  is  the  sight! 
Saian  conquer'd,  and  the  grave, 
Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save. 

3  Why  that.  Wood  his  raiment  staining 
'Tis'the  blood  of  many  slain; 

Of  his  foes  there's  none  remaining. 

None,  the  contest  to  maintain  : 
Fall'n  they  are,  no  more  to  rise, 
All  their  glory  prostrate  lies. 

4  Mighty  Victor,  reign  for  ever, 

|    Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won  ! 


HYMN  62,  63,  64,  65,  66. 


Never  shall  thy  people,  never, 

Cease  to  sing  what  thou  hast  clone  ! 
Thou  hast  fought  thy  people's  fops; 
Thou  hast  heat'd  thy  people's  woes  ! 

HYMN  62.  (L.  ML) 

WHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the   Prince  of  glory 
died, 
My  richest  gain  T  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ  my  God  : 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
1  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

3  See.   from  his  head,   his  hands,  his 

feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet? 
Or  thorns  compose  aSaviour's  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine 
That  were  a  tribute  far  too  small ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all 

HYMN  63.  (C.  M.) 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree  ; 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  me  ! 

2  Hark,  how  he  groans  !  while  nature 

shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend ! 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done     the    precious    ransom' 

paid  ; 
"  Receive  my  soul  !"  he  cries  ; 
See  where  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies  ! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  enviou 

chain, 
And  in  full  glory  shine  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God  !  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ! 


HYMN  64. 


(C.  M.) 


MY  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree, 
In  agonies  and  blood, 
Methought  once  turn'd  his  eyes  on  me 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath 
Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 

It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  My  conscience   felt  and  own'd  the 

guilt, 
And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  help'd  to  nail  him  .here. 

4  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 
But  now  my  tears  are  vain  ; 


Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hldl 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 
,:  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 

This  blood"  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 
In  all  its  blackest  hue, 

(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 


HYMN  65. 


(C.  M  ) 


FROM  whence  these  direful  omens 
round, 
Which  heaven  and  earth  amaze? 
Wherefore  do  earthquakes  clt  &ve  the 
ground? 
Why  hides  the  sun  his  rays  ? 

2  Well  may  the  earth  astonish'd  shake. 
And  nature  sympathize ! 

The  snn  as  darkest  night  be  black  ! 
Their  Maker,  Jesus,  dies  ! 

3  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree. 
His  all  atoning  blood  ! 

Is  this  the  Infinite  ?  'tis  he, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God  ! 

4  For  me  these  pangs  his  soul  assail, 
For  me  this  death  is  borne  ; 

My  sins  gave  sharpness  to  the  nail, 
And  pointed  every  thorn. 

5  Let  sin  no  more  my  soul  enslave, 
Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain  ; 

O  save  me,  whom  thou  cam '  st  to  save, 
Nor  bleed,  nor  die  in  vain  ! 

HYMN  66.  (L.  M.) 

St.  John  xix.  30. 
yTMS  finish'd — so  the  Saviour  cried, 
J-And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and 
died; 
'Tis  finish'd— yes,  the  work  is  done, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finish'd — all  that  heaven  decreed. 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 

Is  now  fulfill'd,  as  long  design'd, 
In  me,  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finish'd — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  slain  his  robes  with  purple  gore; 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 

And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finish'd — this  my  dying  groan, 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone: 
Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death, 
By  this,  my  last  expiring  breath. 

5  'Tis  finish'd— heaven  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  speil'd : 
P^ace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

6  'Tis  finish'd — let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  ; 


HYMN  67,  68,  69,  70,  71,  72. 


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»Tis  finish'd— let  the  echo  fly 
Through  heaven  and  hell,  through  earth 
and  sky. 

HYMN  67.  (L.  M.) 

For  the  Jews. 
IGH  on  the  bending  willows  hung, 


H 


Israel,   still    sleeps    the   tuneful 
string  1 
Still  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 

And  Zion's  song  denies  to  sing  % 
2  Awake !  thy  loudest  raptures  raise  ; 

Let  harp  and  voice  unite  their  strains  : 
Thy  promised  King  his  sceptre  sways; 

Behold,  ihy  own  Messiah  reigns. 
■  By  foreign  streams  no  longer  roam, 

And,    weeping,    think    on    Jordaivs 
flood  ; 
In  every  clime  behold  a  home, 

In  every  temple  see  thy  God. 
4  No  taunting  foes  the  song  require  ; 

No  strangers  mock  thy  captive  chain  ; 
Thy  friends  provoke  the  silent  lyre, 

And  brethren  ask  the  holy  strain. 
6  Then  why,  on  bending  willows  hung. 

Israel,  still  sleeps  the  tuneful  string  1 
Why  mute  remains  the  sullen  tongue, 

And  Zion's  song  delays  to  sing  1 

EASTER. 

HYMN  68  (C.  M.) 

1  Car.  v.  8.    Rom.  vi.  9,  10,  11. 

SINCE  Christ  our  Passover  is  slain, 
A  sacrifice  for  all, 
Let  all  with  thankful  hearts  agree 
To  keep  the  festival : 

2  Not  with  the  leaven,  as  of  old, 
Of  sin  and  malice  fed  ; 

But  with  unfeign'd  sincerity, 
And  truth's  unleaven'd  bread. 

3  Christ  being  raised  by  power  divine 
And  rescued  from  the  grave, 

Shall  die  no  more ;  death  shall  on  him 
No  more  dominion  have. 

4  For  that  he  died,  'twas  for  our  sins 
He  once  vouchsafed  to  die  : 

But  that  he  lives,  he  lives  to  God 
For  all  eternity. 

5  So  count  yourselves  as  dead  to  sin, 
But  graciously  restored, 

And  made,  henceforth,  alive  to  God, 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 

HYMN  69.  (HI.  1.) 

C<HRIST  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day, 
>  Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  : 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply  ! 
2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won  : 


Tesus'  agony  is  o'er, 

Darkness  veils  the  earth  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, 
Christ  has  burst  the  gales  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  him  rise, 
Cln-ist  hath  open'd  paradise. 

4  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head  ; 

Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise  ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

HYMN  70.  (L.  M.) 

Col.  iii.  1,  2. 

T7"E  faithful  souls  who  Jesus  know, 

JL      If  risen  indeed  with  him  ye  are, 

Superior  to  the  joys  below, 

His  resurrection's  power  declare  : 

2  Your  faith  by  holy  tempers  prove, 
y  actions  show  your  sins  forgiven, 

And'  seek  the  glorious  things  above, 
And  follow  Christ,  your  head,  to  hea- 
ven. 

3  There  your  exalted  Saviour  see, 
Seated  at  God's  right  hand  again, 

In  all  his  Father's  majesty, 
In  everlasting  power  to  reign. 

4  To  him  continually  aspire, 
Contending  for  your  destined  place, 

And  emulate  the  angel  choir, 
And  only  live  to  love  and  praise. 

HYMN  71.  (C.  M.) 

1  Cor.  xv.  20,  21,  22.     Col.  iii.  1 

CHRIST  from  the  dead  is  raised,  and 
made 
The  First  Fruits  of  the  tomb  ; 
For,  as  by  man  rame  death,  by  man 
Did  resurrection  come. 

2  For,  as  in  Adam  all  mankind 
Did  guilt  and  death  derive  : 

So,  by  the  righteousness  of  Christ 
Shall  all  be  made  alive. 

3  If  then  ye  risen  are  with  Christ, 
Seek  only  how  to  get 

The  things  which  are  above,  where 
Christ 
At  God's  right  hand  is  set. 

ASCENSION. 
HYMN  72.  (L.  M.) 

HE  dies  !  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 
Lo !     Salem's    daughters     weep 
around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  Ihe  skies  ! 
A    sudden    trembling    shakes    the 
ground ! 
2  Ye  saints,  approach  !  the  anguish  view 
Of  him  who  groans   beneath  your 
load  ; 
He  gives  his  precious  life  for  you, 
For  you  he  sheds  his  precious  blood. 


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HYMN  73,  74,  75,  76,  77. 


3  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  ; 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 

But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 

4  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ! 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies  ; 

Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

5  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints.,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  deliverer  reigns ; 

Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains  ! 

6  Say,  "  Live  for  ever,  glorious  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  instruct,  and  save  !'■' 

Then  ask — "O  death,  whei  e  is  thy  sting! 
And  where  thy  victory,  O  grave  !" 

HYMN  73.  (L.  M.) 

OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
7'he  powers  of  hell  are  captive  fed, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way!" 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene  ; 

He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in. 

4  "  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who  1" 
The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame, 

The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hello'erthrew, 

And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 
D  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay, 
"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 

Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way!" 
6  "  Who  is  the  King  of  glory,  who1?" 

The  Lord  of  boundless  power  pos- 
sess'd, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 

God  over  all,  for  ever  bless'd. 

WHITSUNDAY. 
HYMN  74.  (C.  M.) 

CIOME,  Holy  Ghost !  Creator,  come, 
J    Inspire  these  souls  of  thine  ; 
Till  ev^ry  heart  which  thou  hast  made 
Be  fill'd  with  grace  divine. 

2  Thou  art  the  Comforter,  the  gift 
Of  God,  and  fire  of  love  ; 

The  everlasting  spring  of  joy, 
And  unction  from  above. 

3  Thy  gifts  are  manifold,  thou  writ'st 
God's  law  in  each  true  heart ; 

The  promise  of  the  Father,  thou 
Dost  heavenly  speech  impart. 

4  Fnlighten  our  dark  souls,  till  they 
Thy  sacred  love  embrace  ; 


Assist  our  minds,  by  nsfure  frail, 

With  thy  celestiai  grace. 

Drive  far  from  us  the  mortal  foe, 

And  give  us  p.ace  within, 
That,  by  thy  guidance  hlest,  we  may 

Escape  the  snares  of  sin. 
6  Teach  us  the  Father  to  confess, 

And  Son,  from  death  revived, 
And  thee,  with  both,  OHoly  Ghost, 

Who  art  from  both  derived. 


HYMN  75. 


(C.  M.) 


COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove  ! 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  See  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  earthly  toys; 

Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys  ! 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  lifeless  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ! 

Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


HYMN  76. 


(C.  M.) 


HE'S  come !  let  every  knee  be  bent, 
All  hearts  new  joys  resume  ; 
Sing,  ye  redeem'd,  with  one  consent, 
"The  Comforter  is  come." 

2  What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love 
Could  God  on  man  bestow  1 

Angels  for  this  rejoice  above, 
Let  man  rejoice  below  ! 

3  Hail,  blessed  Spirit !  may  each  soul 
Thy  sacred  influence  feel ; 

Do  thou  each  sinful  thought  control, 
And  fix  our  wavering  zeal  * 

4  Thou  to  the  conscience  dost  convey 
Those  checks  which  we  should  know*, 

Thy  motions  point  to  us  the  way  ; 
Thou  giv'  st  us  strength  to  go. 

TRINITY   SUNDAY. 
HYMN  77.  (L.  M.) 

OHOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Bright   in   thy  deeds  and  in   thy 
name, 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored, 
Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim  ! 

2  O  Jesus,  Lamb  once  crucified 
To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, 

Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  tide 
Along  the  realms  of  upper  day  ! 

3  O  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  given, 


HYMN  78,  79,80,81,  82. 


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Thou  source  of  ecstasy  anil  love, 
Thy  praises  ring  through  earth  and 
heaven ! 

4  O  God  triune  !  to  thee  we  owe 
Our  every  thought,  our  every  son 

And  ever  may  thy  praises  flow 
From    saint    and    seraph's    burning 
tongue  ! 


HYMN  73. 


(L.  M.) 


FATHER  of  all,  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  ; 
To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend  ! 

2  Almighty  Son,  incarnate  Word, 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend  ! 

3  Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend  ! 

4  Jehovah !  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
Mysterious  Godhead,  Three  in  One  ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend! 


HYMN  79. 


(II.  4.) 


WE  give  immortal  praise 
To  Gcd  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 
And  all  our  hopes  above  : 
He  sent  his  own 

Eternal  Son, 
To  die  for  sins 
That  man  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 

Who  saved  us  by  his  blood 

From  everlasting  woe  : 

And  now  he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit,  praise 
And  endless  worship  give, 

Whose  new-creating  power 

Makes  the  dead  sinner  live  : 

His  work  completes 

The  great  design, 

And  fills  the  sonl 

Willi  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God!  to  thee 
Be  endless  honours  done  ; 

The  sacred  Persons  three, 

The  Godhead  only  one  : 

Where  reason  fails 

With  all  her  powers, 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 


FAST-DAY. 
HYMN  80.  (C.  M.) 

ALMIGHTY  Lord  !  before  thy  throne 
Thy  mourning  people  bend! 
'Tis  on  thy  pardoning  grace  alone 
Our  prostrate  hopes  depend. 

2  Dark  judgments,  from  thy  heavy  hand, 
Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 

Yet  mercy  spares  our  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  How  changed,  alas  !  are  truths  divine, 
For  error,  guilt,  and  shame  ! 

What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

4  O  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord; 
Convert  us  by  thy  grace  ; 

Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  see  again  thy  face. 

5  Then  should  oppressing  foes  invade. 
We  will  not  sink  in  fear  ; 

Secure  of  all-sufficient  aid, 
When  God,  our  God,  is  uear. 

HYMN  81.  (III.  3.) 

DREAD  Jehovah  !  God  of  nations, 
From  thy  temple  in  the  skies, 
Hear  thy  people's  supplications, 
Now  for  their  deliverance  rise. 

2  Lo  !  with  deep  contrition  turning, 
Humbly  at  thy  feet  we  bend  ; 

Hear. us,  fasting,  praying,  mourning, 
Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 

3  Though  our  sins   our   hearts  con 

founding, 
Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding, 
Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 

4  Let  that  love  veil  our  transgression, 
Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface  : 

Save  thy  people  from  oppression, 
Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  place. 

HYMN  82.  (L.  M.) 

Prayer  and  Hope  of  Victory. 

NOW  may  the  God  ef  grace  and 
power 
Attend  his  people's  humble  cry; 
Defend  them  in  the  needful  hour, 
And  send  deliverance  from  on  high. 

2  In  his  salvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God 

Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  spread  their  flags  abroad. 

3  Some  trust  in  horses  train'd  for  war, 
And    some  of  chariots   make  their 

boasts ; 
Our  surest  expectations  are 

From    thee,   trie  Lord   of  heavenly 
ho^ts ! 


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HYMN  83,  84,  85,  86. 


4  Then  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear, 
And  let  our  trust  be  firm  and  strong, 

Till  thy  salvation  shall  appeal-, 
And  hymns  of  peace  conclude  our 
song. 

THANKSGIVING-DAY. 

HYMN  83. 

PART  I.  (III.  2.) 

PRAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  tliat  crowns  our  days  ; 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ  : 
All  to  thee,  our  God  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow. 

2  All  the  blessings  of  the  fields, 
All  the  stores  the  garden  yields, 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain, 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripen'd  grain  : 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

3  Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews, 
Sims  that  genial  warmth  diffuse, 

All  the  plenty  summer  pours, 
Autumn's  rich  o'erflowing  stores; 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

4  Peace,  prosperity,  and  health, 
Private  bliss,  and  public  wealth, 
Knowledge,  with  its  gladdening  streams. 
Pure  religion's  holier  beams  ; 

Lord,  forlhese  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

PART  II. 

5  Yet.  should  rising  whirlwinds  tear 
From  its  stem  the  ripening  ear ; 
Though  the  sickening  flock  shall  fall, 
And  the  herd  desert  the  stall; 

Still  to  thee  our  soul  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

6  Should  thine  alter'd  hand  restrain 
The  eftrly  and  the  latter  rain, 
Blast  each  opening  bud  of  joy, 
And  the  rising  year  destroy  ; 

Still  to  thee  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

7  Life  and  grace,  whate'er  our  woe, 
Still  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe  ; 
Though  of  earthly  hopes  bereft, 
Yet  our  hope  of  heaven  is  left; 
And  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

HYMN  84.  (C.  M.) 

FOUNTAIN  of  mercy,  God  of  love, 
How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  they  move, 

Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 
2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  maik'd  its  secret  birth, 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 


3  The  spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord, 

was  thine, 
The  plants  in  beauty  grew ; 
Thou   gav'st   the    summer's   suns  to 

shine, 
The  mild  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  various  mercies  from  above 
Matured  the  swelling  grain  ; 

A  kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 

5  We  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway; 
Thy  hand  all  nature  hails  ; 

Seed-time  nor  harvest,  night  nor  day, 
Summer  nor  winter  fails. 

HYMN  85.  (L.  M.) 

For  Public  Mercies  and  Deliverances. 

SALVATION  doth  to  God  belong, 
His  power  and  grace  shall  be  our 
song; 
From  him  alone  all  mercies  flow, 
His  arm  aloue  subdues  the  foe ! 

2  Then  praise  this  God  who  bows  his 

ear 
ropitious  to  his  people's  prayer ; 
And  though  deliverance  he  may  stay, 
Yet  answers  still  in  his  own  day. 

3  O  may  this  goodness  lead  our  land, 
StHl  saved  by  thine  almighty  hand, 
The  tribute  of  its  love  to  bring 
To  thee,  our  Saviour,  and  our  King; 

4  Till  every  public  temple  raise 
A  song  of  triumph  to  thy  praise  ; 
And  every  peaceful,  private  home, 
To  thee  a  temple  shall  become. 

5  Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  glorious  sight ; 
Still  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 
Till  life's  last  hour,  to  persevere. 

VII.    ORDINANCES    AND    SPE- 
CIAL OCCASIONS. 

BAPTISM  OF  INFANTS. 

HYMN  56.  (III.  3.) 

SAVIOUR  !  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 
Willi  the  shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 
While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share; 

2  Now  these  little  ones  receiving, 
Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm- 
There  we  know — thy  word  believing— 

Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never  from  thy  pasture  roving, 
Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey  ; 

Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 
Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way. 

4  Then  within  thy  fold  eternal, 
Let  them  find  a  resting  place  ; 

Foed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Driuk  the  rivers  of  thy  grace. 


HYMN  87,  88, 

HYMN  87.  (S.  M.) 

THE  gentle  Saviour  calls 
Our  children  to  his  breast ; 
He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms, 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "Let  them  approach,'-'  he  cries, 
"Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim; 

The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  Gladly  we  bring  them,  Lord, 
Devoting  them  to  thee, 

Imploring  that,  as  we  are  thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 

BAPTISM    OF    ADULTS. 

HYMN  83.  (S.  M.) 

Eph.  vi.  10—13. 

SOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  put  your  armour  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  sup- 
plies 
Through  his  eternal  Son. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
And  in  his  mighty  power, 

Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might, 
With  all  his  strength  endued  ; 

And  take  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God : 

4  That  having  all  things  done, 
And  all  your  conflicts  past, 

Jfe  may  behold  your  victory  won, 
And  stand  complete  at  last. 

CONFIRMATION. 

HYMN  89.  (L.  M.) 

O  HAPPY  day,  that  stays  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ' 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  thy  goodness  all  abroad. 

2  O  happy  bond  !  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  "who  merits  all  my  love  ; 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  his  sacred  throne  1  move. 

3  Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done; 
Deign,  gracious  Lord,  to   make   me 

thine ; 
Help  me  through  grace  to  follow  on, 
Glad  to  confess  thy  voice  divine. 

4  Here  test,  my  oft  divided  heart, 
Fix'd  on  thy  God,  thy  Saviour,  rest : 

Who  with  the  world  would  grieve  to 
part, 
When  call'd  on  angels'  food  to  feast  ? 
6  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn 
vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 
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89,  90,  91,  92. 
HYMN  90. 


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(C.  M.) 


WITNESS,  ye  men  and  angels ;  now 
Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break  ; 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield; 

Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 
But  on  his  grace  rely  ; 

That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  Lord,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  arighi., 
And  keep  us  in  thy  ways; 

And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 


HYMN  91. 


(C.  M.) 


YOUTH,  when  devoted  to  the  Lord, 
Is  pleasing  in  his  eyes  ; 
A  flower,  though  offer'd  in  the  bud, 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

2  'Tis  easier  far  if  we  begin 
To  fear  the  Lord  betimes  ; 

For  sinners  who  grow  old  in  sin 
Are  harden'd  by  their  crimes. 

3  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  snares 
To  mind  religion  young ; 

Grace  will  preserve  our  following  years 
And  make  our  virtue  strong. 

4  To  thee,  almighty  God,  to  thee, 
Our  hearts  we  now  resign  ; 

'Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 


HYMN  92. 


(C.  M.) 


OIN  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth 
With  vital  ardour  glews, 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 
That  beauty  can  disclose, — 

2  Deep  in  thy  soul,  before  its  powers 
Are  yet  by  vice  enslaved, 

Be  thy  Creator's  glorious  Name 
And  character  engraved : 

3  Ere  yet  the  shades  of  sorrow  cloud 
The  sunshine  of  thy  days  ; 

And  cares  and  toils,  in  endless  round, 
Encompass  all  thy  ways  : 

4  Ere  yet  thy  heart  the  woes  of  age, 
With  vain  "regret  deplore, 

And  sadly  muse  on  former  joys, 
That  now  return  no  more. 

5  True  wisdom,  early  sought  and  gain'd, 
In  age  will  give  thee  rest ; 

O  then,  improve  the  morn  of  life, 
To  make  its  evening  blest. 


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HYMN  93,  94,  95,  96,  97. 


THE    LORD  S    SUPPER. 


HYMN  93. 


(C.  M.) 


Rev.  v.  9.  12,  13. 

THOU,' God,  all  glory,  honour,  power, 
Art  worthy  to  receive  ; 
Since  all    things   by  thy  power  were 
made 
And  by  thy  bounty  live. 

2  And  worthy  is  the  Lamb  all  power, 
Honour,  and  wealth,  to  gain, 

Glory  and  strength  ;  who  tor  our  sins 
A  sacrifice  was  slain  ! 

3  All  worthy  thou,  who  hast  redeem'd, 
A  no  ransom'd  us  to  God, 

From  every  nation,  every  coast, 
By  thy  most  precious  blood. 

4  Blessing  and  honour,  glory,  power, 
By  all  in  earth  and  heaven, 

Ts  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  the  Lamb  be  given. 

HYMN  94.  (L.  M.) 

MY  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread  7 
And  does  thy  cup  with  love  o'er- 
flow? 
Thither  be  all  thy  children  led, 
Andlet  them  thysweet  mercies  know! 

2  Hail,  sacred  feast,  which  Jesus  makes! 
Rich  banquet  of  his  flesh  and  blood  ! 

Thrice  happy  he  who  here  partakes 
That  sacred  stream,  that   heavenly 
food ! 

3  Why  are  its  bounties  all  in  vain 
Before  unwilling  hearts  display'd? 

Was  not  for  you  the  victim  slain  ? 
Are  you  forbid  the  children's  bread  ? 

4  O  let  thy  table  honour'd  be, 

And  furnish  dwell  with  joyful  guests  ! 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see, 
That  here  its  holy  pledges  tastes  ! 

5  Drawn  by  thy  quickening  grace,   O 

Lord, 
In  countless  numbers  let  them  come, 
And  gather  from  their  Father's  board, 
The   bread    that   lives    beyond    the 
tomb  ! 

6  Nor  let  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 
Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has 

run, 
Till  with  this  bread  all  men  be  blest, 
Who  see  the  light  or  feel  the  sun. 

HYMN  95.  (C.  M.) 

AND  are  we  now  brought  near  to 
God, 
Who  once  at  distance  stood? 
And,  to  effect  this  glorious  change, 

Did  Jesus  shed  his  blood  ? 
2  O  for  a  song  of  ardent  praise, 
To  bear  our  souls  above  • 


What  should  allay  our  lively  hope, 
Or  damp  our  /laming  love  ! 

3  Then  let  us  join  the  heavenly  choirs, 
To  praise  our  heavenly  King  ! 

O  may   that  love  which   spread    this 
board, 
Inspire  us  while  we  sing — 

4  "Glory  to  God  in  highest  strains, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 

Good-will  from  heaven  to  men  is  come, 
And  let  it  never  cease." 

HYMN  96.  (L.  M.) 

TO  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord, 
That  Name  in  heaven  and  earth 
adored, 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low  ; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs, 
The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

3  Yet  whilst  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  worship  at  his  sacred  feet, 
O  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love. 

4  Yes,  Lord,  we  love  and  we  adore, 
But  lonu  to  know  and  love  thee  more  ; 
And.  whilst  we  taste  the  bread  and  wine, 
Desire  to  feed  on  joys  divine. 

5  Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid, 
To  see  thy  wondrous  love  display'd  ; 
Thy  broken  flesh,  thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful  agonizing  pains. 

6  Let  humble,  penitential  woe, 
With  painful,  pleasmg  an»uish  flow, 
And  thy  forgiving  love  impart, 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 

ORDINATION,    OR   INSTITUTION    OF 

MINISTERS. 

HYMN  97.  (L.  M.) 

St.  Matt.  x. 

O  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  Name, 


G 


T  Sweetly  the  gospel  trumpet  sound ; 
The  glorious  jubilee  proclaim, 
Where'er  the  human  race  is  found. 

2  The  joyful  news  to  all  impart, 
And  teach  them  where  salvation  lies  ; 

With  care  bind  up  the  broken  heart, 
And  wipe  the   tears  from  weening 
eyes. 

3  Be  wise  as  serpents,  where  you  go, 
But  harmless  as  the  peaceful  dove  ; 

And  let  your   heaven-taught  conduct 
show 
Tbatye're  commission'd  from  above. 

4  Freely  from  me  ye  have  received, 
Freely,  in  love,  to  others  give  ; 

Thus  shall  yswr  doctrines  be  b«'i«**^ 
Ar.dj  if  youv  iaboart,  «raner*  live, 


HYMN  98,59,  100,  101,  102. 


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HYMN  98.  (L.  M.) 

St.  Mark  xvi.  15,  $c.  and  St.  Matt. 
xxviii.  18,  $c. 
«  pO  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the 
VX        Lord, 

"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  re- 
ceive ; 
Explain  to  them  my  sacred  word, 
Bid  them  believe,  obey,  and  live. 

2  "  I'll    make    my   great    commission 

known, 
And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
And  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "  Go  heal  the  sick,  go  raise  the  dead, 
Go  cast  out  devils  in  my  name ; 

Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 
Though  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews 
blaspheme. 

4  "While    thus    ye    follow  my    com- 

mands, 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 
AH  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands  ; 
1  can  destroy,  and  can  defend." 

5  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his 

head ; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 


HYMN  99. 


(L.  M.) 


THE  Saviour,  when  to    heaven   he 
rose 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Scatter'd  his  gifts  on  men  below, 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

2  Hence  sprang  the  Apostle's  honour'd 

name, 
Sacred  beyond  heroic  fame  ; 
Hence  dictates  the  proj/hetic  sage, 
And  hence  the  evangelic  page. 

3  In  lower  forms,  to  bless  our  eyes, 
Pastors  from  hence  and  teachers  rise  ; 
Who,  though  with  feebler  rays  they 

shine, 
.Still  mark  a  long  extended  line. 

4  From  Christ  their  varied  gifts  derive, 
And,  fed  by  him,  their  graces  live  ; 
Whilst,  guarded  by  his  potent  hand, 
Amidst  the  rage  of  hell  they  stand. 

5  So  shall  the  bright  succession  run 
Through  all  the  courses  of  the  sun  ; 
Whilst  unborn  churches,  by  their  care, 
Shall  rise  and  flourish  large  and  fair. 

6  Jesus,  our  Lord,   their  hearts  shall 

know, 
The  spring  whence  all  these  blessings 

flow; 
Pastors  and  people  shout  his  praise, 
Through  the  long  round  of  endless 

days. 


HYMN  100.  (L.  M.) 

FATHER  of  mercies!  bow  thine  ear, 
Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer  ; 

We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee, 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be! 

2  How  great  their  work,  how  vast  their 

charge! 
Do  thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge ; 
Their  best  acquirements  are  our  gain, 
We  share  the  blessings  they  obtain. 

3  Clothe,  then,  wiih  energy  divine, 
Their  words,  and  let  those  words  be 

thine  : 
To  them  thy  sacred  truth  reveal, 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

4  Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed, 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  flock  to  feed  ; 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain — 
Souls  that  will  well  reward  their  pain. 

•5  Let  thronging  multitudes  around, 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound  ; 
In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  new  creating  power. 
6  Let  sinners  break  their  massive  chains, 
Distressed  souls  forget  their  pains, 
Let  light  through   distant   realms    be 

spread, 
And  Zion  rear  her  drooping  head. 

CONSECRATION    OF    A    CHURCH. 
HYMN  101.  (L.M.) 

AND  wilt  thou,  O  eternal  God, 
On  earth  establish  thine  abode  1 
Then  look  propitious  from  thy  throne, 
And  take  this  temple  for  thine  own. 

2  These  walls  we  to  thine  honour  raise, 
Long  may  they  echo  in  thy  praise ; 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  the  rich  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  Here  may  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train  ; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

4  And  in  the  last  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
Thousands  were  born  for  glory  here. 


HYMN  102. 


(L.  M.) 


JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom    spread    from    shore    to 

shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
2  To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  : 
Hi>  name  like  sweet  perfume  shaH  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 


HYMN  103,  101,  105,  106,  107. 


3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  burst  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
Death   and  the   curse    are   known  no 

more  , 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 
More  blessings  than  their  father  lost. 

6  Let  every  creature  rise,  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King: 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen. 

HYMN  103.  (L.M.) 

Psalm  cxvii. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Letthe  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Jehovah's  glorious  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 
2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
And  truth  eternal  is  thy  word  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to 

shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


HYMN  104. 


(L.  M.) 


O  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God  ! 
In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race  ! 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire   and  hearts  of 

love, 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light ; 
Confusion,  order,  in  thy  path  ; 

Souls  without    strength   inspire    witl 
might ; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Convert  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record ; 

The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 
Till  every  people  call  him  Lord. 


HYMN  103. 


(II.  1.) 


For  Missions  to  the  new  settlements  in 
the  United  States. 

WHEN,  Lord,  to  this  our  Western 
land, 
Led  by  thy  providential  hand, 

Our  wandering  fathers  came. 
Their  ancient  homes,  their  friends  in 

youth, 
Sent  forth  the  heralds  of  thy  truth, 
To  keep  them  in  thy  name. 


2  Then,  through  our  solitary  coast, 
The  desert  features  soon  were  lost, 

Thy  temples  there  arose  ; 
Our  shores,  as  culture  made  them  fair, 
Were  hallow'd  by  thy  rites,  by  r »:iyer, 

And  blossom'd  as  the  rose. ' 

3  And  O  !  may  we  repay  this  debt 
To  regions  solitary  yet 

Within  our  spreading  land  ! 
There   brethren,    from   our    common 

home, 
Still  westward,  like  our  fathers  roam- 

Still  guided  by  thy  hand. 

4  Saviour!  we  own  this  debt  of  love  • 
O  shed  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

To  move  each  Christian  breast: 
Till  heralds  shall  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  temples  rise  to  fix  thy  name, 

Through  all  our  desert  west. 

HYMN  106.  (C.  M.) 

Isaiah  xxxv.  2. 

ON  Zion,  and  on  Lebanon, 
On  OarmeFs  blooming  height, 
On  Sharon's  lertile  pVains,  once  slane 
The  glory,  pure  and  bright: 

2  From  thence  its  mild  and  cheering 

ray 
Streain'd  forth  from  land  to  land ; 
And  empires  now  behold  its  day, 
And  still  its  beams  expand. 

3  Its  brightest  splendours,  darting  west, 
Our  happy  shores  illume  ; 

Our  farther  regions,  once  unblest, 

Now  like  a  garden  bloom : 
•1  But  ah!  our  deserts  deep  and  wild 

See  not  this  heavenly  light ; 
No  sacred  beams,  no  radiance  mild, 

Dispel  their  dreary  night. 

5  Thorn,  who  didst  lighten  Zion's  hill, 
On  Carmel  who  didst  shine, 

Our  deserts  let  thy  glory  fill, 
Thy  excellence  divine ! 

6  Like  Lebanon,  in  towering  pride, 
May  all  our  forests  smile  ; 

And  may  our  borders  blossom  wide, 
Like  Sharon's  fruitful  soil ! 


HYMN  107. 


(II.  6.) 


FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 
2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  pro.-pect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 


HYMN  108,  109,  110,  111. 


D 


In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  1 
Salvation  !  oh,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 
4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  Kins,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

HYMN  108.  (L.  M.) 

For  the  Jews. 
ISOWN'D  of  heaven,  by  man  op- 
prest, 

Outcasts  fromZion's  hallow'd  ground, 

Wherefore  should  Israel's  sons,  once 

blest, 

Still  roam  the  scorning  world  around? 

2  Lord !  visit  thy  forsaken  race, 
Back  to  thy  fold  the  wanderers  bring  : 

Teach  them  to  seek  thy  slighted  grace 
And  hail  in  Christ   their  promised 
King. 

3  Tiie  veil  of  darkness  rend  in  twain 
Which  hides  their  Shiloh's  glorious 

light ; 
The  sever'd  olive  branch  again 
Firm  to  its  parent  stock  unite. 

4  Hail,  glorious  day,  expected  long ! 
When   Jew  and   Greek  one  prayer 

shall  pour, 
With  eager  feet  one  temple  throng, 
With  grateful  praise  one  God  adore. 

HYMN  109.  (IV.  1.) 

Rev.  xv.  3,  4. 

HOW  wondrous  and  great 
Thy  works.  God  of  praise  I 
How  just,  King  of  saints, 

And  true,  are  thy  ways  ! 
O  who  shall  not  fear  thee, 

And  honour  thy  name  ! 
Thou  only  art  holy, 

Thou  only  supreme  ! 
2  To  nations  Ion?  dark 

Thy  light  shall  he  shown; 
Their  worship  and  vow* 

Shall  come  to  thy  throne : 
Thy  truth  and  thy  judgments 

Shall  spread  ail  abroad, 
fill  earth's  every  people 

Confess  thee  their  God 
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FOR   SUNDAY    AND   CHARITY 
SCHOOLS. 

HYMN  110.  (II.  4.) 

Children  and  Congregation. 
Children. 
OME  let  our  voices  join, 


In  one  glad  song  of  praise  ; 
To  God,  the  God  of  love, 
Our  grateful  hearts  we  raise  : 
Congregation. 
To  God  alone  your  praise  belongs ; 
His  love  demands  your  earliest  songs 
Children. 

2  Now  we  are  taught  to  read 
The  book  of  life  divine  ; 

Where  our  Redeemer's  love 
And  brightest  glories  shine  : 
Congregation. 
To  God  alone  the  praise  is  due, 
Who  sends  his  word  to  us  and  you. 
Children. 

3  Within  these  hallow'd  walls 
Our  wandering  feet  are  brought; 

Where  prayer  and  praise  ascend, 

And  heavenly  truths  are  taught: 

Congregation. 

To  God  alone  your  offerings  bring  ; 

Here  in  his  church  his  praises  sing. 

Cfiildren. 

4  For  blessings  such  as  these, 
Our  gratitude  receive ; 

Lord,  here  accept  our  hearts, 
'Tis  all  that  we  can  give  : 
Congregation. 
Great  God,  accept  their  infant  songs: 
To  thee  alone  their  praise  belongs. 
Both. 

5  Lord,  bid  this  work  of  love 

Be  crown'd  with  meet  success ; 
May  thousands  yet  unborn, 

This  institution  bless : 
Thus  shall  the  praise  resound  to  thee. 

Now  and  through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  111.  (HI.  1.) 

GLORY  to  the  Father  give, 
God  in  whom  we  move  and  live  ; 
Children's  prayers  he  deigns  to  hear, 
Children's  songs  delight  his  ear. 

2  Glory  to  the  Son  we  bring, 
Christ  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 
Children,  raise  your  sweetest  strain 
To  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain. 

3  Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
He  reclaims  the  sinner  lost; 
Children's  minds  may  he  inspire, 
Touch  their  tongues  with  holy  fire. 


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HYMN  112,  113,  114,  115,  116,  117. 


4  Glory  in  the  highest  be 

To  the  blessed  Trinity, 

For  the  gospel  from  above, 

For  the  word  that  "God  is  love." 

HYMN  112.  (C  M.) 

WHEN    Jesus    left    his    heavenly 
throne 
He  chose  an  humble  birth  ; 
Like  us,  unhonour'd  and  unknown, 
He  came  to  dwell  on  earth. 

2  Like  him,  may  we  be  found  below 
In  wisdom's  paths  of  peace  ; 

Like  him  in  grace  and  knowledge  grow 
As  years  and  strength  increase. 

3  Sweet  were  his  words  and  kind  his 

look, 
When  mothers  round  him  press'd  ; 
Their  infants  in  his  arms  he  took, 
And  on  his  bosom  ble^s'd  : 

4  Safe  from  the  world's  alluring  harms, 
Beneath  his  watchful  eye, 

O,  thus  encircled  in  his  arms, 
May  we  for  ever  Jie  ! 


HYMN  113. 


(L.  M.) 


LORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  : 
At  once  they  sins,  at  once  they  pray  ; 
They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

2  [have  been  there,  and  still  would  go, 
'Tis  like  a  little  heaven  below  ; 

Not  all  that  earth  and  sin  can  say, 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3  O  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  text  and  doctrine  of  thy  word  ; 
That  1  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ  and  things 

divine, 
Fill  up  this  sinful  heart  of  mine  ; 
That,  hoping  pardon  through  his  food, 
I  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God. 


HYMN  114. 


(C.  M.) 


MERCY,  descending  from  above, 
In  softest  accents  pleads ; 
O  may  each  tender  bosom  move, 

When  mercy  intercedes ! 
<!  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 
And  their  Creator  love. 

3  Delightful  work  !  young  souls  to  win, 
And  turn  the  rising  race 

From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  their  Saviour's  face. 

4  Almighty  God  !  thine  influence  shed 
To  aid  this  blest  design  ; 

The  honour  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 


CHARITABLE    OCCASIONS. 
HYMN  115.  (C.  M.) 

BLEST  is  the  man  whose  softening 
heart 
Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Is  never  raised  in  vain  : 

2  Whose  breast  responds  with  generous 

warmth, 
A  stranger's  woe  to  feel ; 
Who  weeps  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  To  gentle  offices  of  love 
His  feet  are  never  slow  ; 

He  views,  through  mercy's  melting  eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe. 

4  To  him  protection  shall  be  shown ; 
And  mercy,  from  above, 

Descend  on  those  who  thus  fulfil 
The  Christian  law  of  love. 

HYMN  116.  (C.  M.) 

RICH  are  the  joys  which  cannot  die, 
With  God  laid  up  in  store ; 
Treasures  beyond  the  changing  sky, 
Brighter  than  golden  ore. 

2  The  seeds  which  piety  and  love 
Have  scatter'd  here  b<low, 

In  the  fair  fertile  fields  above 
To  ample  harvests  grow. 

3  The  mite  my  willing  hands  can  give, 
At  Jesus'  feet  I  lay  ; 

Grace  shall  the  humble  gift  receive, 
Abounding  grace  repay. 

HYMN  117.  (III.  3.) 

LORD  of  life,  all  praise  excelling, 
Thou,  in  glory  unconfined, 
Deign'st  to  make  thy  humble  dwelling 
With  the  poor  of  humble  mind. 

2  As  thy  love,  through  all  creation, 
Beams  like  thy  diffusive  light ; 

So  the  high  and  humble  station 
Both  are  equal  in  thy  sight. 

3  Thus  thy  care,  for  all  providing, 
Warm'd  thy  faithful  prophet's  tongue; 

Who,  the  lot  of  all  deciding, 
To  thy  chosen  Israel  sung: 

4  When  thy  harvest  yields  thee  plea- 

sure 
Thou  the  golden  sheaf  shall  bind  ; 
To  the  poor  belongs  the  treasure 
Of  the  scatter'd  ears  behind. 
Chorus. 
These  thy  God  ordains  to  bless, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

5  When  thine  olive  plants  increasing, 
Pour  their  plenty  o'er  thy  plain, 

Grateful,  thou  shalt  take  the  blessing, 
But  not  search  the  bough  aeain. 

Chorus.    These,  fyc. 


6  When  thy  favour'd  vintage  flowing, 
Gladdens  thine  autumnal  scene, 

Own  the  bounteous  hand  bestowing, 
But  thy  vines  the  poor  shall  glean. 

Chorus.    These,  SfC. 

7  Still  we  read  thy  word  declaring 
Mercy,  Lord,  thine  own  decree  : 

Mercy,  every  sorrow  sharing, 
Warms  the  heart  resembling  thee. 

8  Still  the  orphan  and  the  stranger, 
Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care  ; 

Screen'd  by  thee  in  every  danger, 
Heard  by  thee  in  every  prayer. 

Hallelujah.    Amen. 

TO    BE   USED    AT   SEA. 


HYMN  118,  119,  120,  121.  71 

HYMN  120.  (C.  M.) 

Which  may  be  used  at  Sea  or  on  Land. 
T  ORD!  for  the  just  thou  dost  provide, 


HYMN  113. 


(L.  M.) 


GOD  of  the  seas  !  thine  awful  voice 
Bids  all  the  rolling  waves  rejoice  ; 
And  one  soft  word  of  thy  command 
Can  sink  them  silent  ou  the  sand. 

2  The  smallest  fish  that  swims  the  seas. 
Sportful  to  thee  a  tribute  pays  ; 

And  largest  monsters  of  the  deep, 
At  thy  command,  or  rage  or  sleep. 

3  Thus  is  thy  glorious  power  adored, 
Among  the  watery  nations,  Lord ! 

Yet   men   who    trace    the    dangerous 

waves. 
Forget  the  mighty  God  who  saves  ! 


HYMN  119. 


(IV.  5.) 


"Save,  Lord!  or  we  perish." 
St.  Matt.  viii.  25. 

WHEN  through   the   torn    sail  the 
wild  tempest  is  streaming, 
When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  light 

ning  is  gleaming, 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seaman 

to  cherish, 
We  fly  to  our  Maker,    "  Save,   Lord 
or  we  perish." 

2  O  Jesus,  once  rock'd  on  the  breast 

of  the  billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from 

thy  pillow, 
Now    sealed    in    glory,    the     mariner 

cherish, 
Who  cries  in  his  anguish,  "  Save,  Lord  ! 

or  we  perish." 

3  AndO!  when  the  whirlwind  of  pas- 

sion is  racing, 

When  sin  in  onr  hearts  its  wild  war- 
fare is  waging, 

Then  send  down  thy  Spirit  thy  ran- 
som'd  to  cherish. 

Rebuke  the  destroyer;  "Save,  Lord! 
or  we  perish."  " 


_Li    Thou  art  their  sure  defence  i 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

2  Though  they  through  foreign  lands 

should  roam, 
And  breathe  the  fainted  air 
In  burning  climates,  far  from  home, 
Yet  thou,  their  God,  art  there. 

3  Thy  goodness  sweetens  every  soil, 
Makes  every  country  please  ; 

Thou  on  the  snowy  hills  do*t  smile, 
And  smooth'st  the  rugged  seas ! 

4  When  waves   on  waves   to   hea\en 

uprear'd, 
Defied  the  pilot's  art ; 
When  terror  in  each  face  appear' d, 
And  sorrow  in  each  heart ; 

5  To  thee  I  raised  my  humble  prayer, 
To  snatch  me  from  the  grave  ! 

I  found  thine  ear  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  short  thine  arm  to  save  ! 

6  Thou  gavest  the  word — the  winds  diJ 

cease, 
The  storms  obey'd  thy  will, 
The  raging  sea  was  hush'd  in  peace, 
And  every  wave  was  still .' 

7  For  this  my  life,  in  every  state, 
A  life  of  praise  shall  be ; 

And  death,  when  death  shall  be  my  fate, 
Shall  join  my  soul  to  thee. 

FOR   THE   SICK. 
HYMN  121.  (L.  M. 

HEN  dangers,  woes,  or  death  are 


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nigh, 

Past  mercies  teach  me  where  to  fly  ; 
Thine  arm,  Almighty  God,  can  aid, 
When  sickness  grieves,  and  pains  in- 
vade. 
2  To  all  the  various  helps  of  art, 
Kindly  thy  healing  power  impart; 
Bethesda's  bath  refused  to  save, 
Unless  an  angel  bless'd  the  wave. 
'3  All  med'eines  act  by  thy  decree, 
Receive  commission  all  from  thee, 
And  not  a  plant  which    spreads    the 

plains, 
But  teems  with  health,  when  heaven 
ordains. 

4  Clay  and  Siloam's  pool,  we  find, 

At    heaven's   command    restored    the 

blind; 
And  Jordan's  waters  hence  were  seen 
To  wash  a  Syrian  leper  clean. 

5  But  urant  me  nobler  favours  Still, 
Grant  me  to  know  and  do  thy  will  ; 
Purse  my  foul  soul  from  every  slain, 
And  save  me  from  eternal  pain. 


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6  Can  such  a  wretch  for  pardon  sue  ? 
My  crimes,  my  crimes  arise  in  view, 
Arrest  ray  trembling  tongue  in  prayer, 
And  pour"  the  horrors  of  despair. 

7  But  thou,  regard  my  contrite  sighs, 
My  tortured  breast,  my  streaming  eyes ; 
To  me  thy  boundless  love  extend,  ' 
My  God,  my  Father,  and  my  Friend. 

8  These   lovely  names  1  ne'er  could 

plead, 
Had  not  thy  Son  vouchsafed  to  bleed  ; 
His  blood  procures  our  fallen  race 
Admittance  to  the  throne  of  grace. 

9  When  sin  has  shot  its  poison'd  dart, 
And  conscious  guilt  corrodes  the  heart, 
His  blood  is  all-sufficient  found, 

To  draw  the  shaft  and  heal  the  wound. 

10  What  arrows  pierce  so  deep  as  sin  ? 
What  venom  gives  such  pain  within? 
Thou  great  Physician  of  the  soul, 
Rebuke  my  pangs  and  make  me  whole. 

11  O!  if  1  trust  thy  sovereign  skill, 
And  bow  submissive  to  thy  will, 
Sickness  and  death  shall  both  agree 
To  bring  me,  Lord,  at  last  to  thee. 

HYMN  122.  (C.  M.) 

07t  Recovery  from  Sickiicss. 

WHEN  we  are  raised  from  deep 
distress, 
Our  God  deserves  our  song  ; 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praise 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

2  The  gates  of  the  devouring  grave 
Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 

If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  death, 
Commands  them  fast  again. 

3  When    he  but    speaks  the   healing 

word, 
Then  no  disease  withstands  ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly,  as  he  commands. 

4  If  half  the  strings  of  life  should  break, 
He  can  our  frame  restore, 

And  cast  our  sins  behind  his  back, 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

5  To  him  I  cried.  "Thy  servant  save, 
Thou  ever  good  and  just ; 

Thy  power  can  rescue  from  the  grave 
Thy  power  is  all  my  trust !" 

b  lie  heard,  and  saved  my  soul  from 
death, 
And  dried  my  falling  tears ; 

Now  to  his  praise  I'll  spend  my  breath, 
Through  my  remaining  years. 

HYMN  123.  (L.  M.) 

On  the  same. 

MY    God,    since   thou    hast    raised 
me  up, 
Thee  I'll  extol  with  thankful  voice  ■ 


HYMN  122,  123,  124,  125. 


Restored  by  thine  almighty  power, 
With  fear  before  thee  I'll  rejoice. 

2  With  troubles  worn,   with  pain  op 

press'd, 
To  thee  I  cried,  and  thou  didst  save 
Thou  didst  support  my  sinking  hopes, 
My  life  didst  rescue  from  the  grave. 

3  Wherefore,   ye  saints,  rejoice  with 

me, 
With  me  sing  praises  to  the  Lord ; 
Call  all  his  goodness  to  your  mind, 
And  all  his  faithfulness  record. 

4  His  answer  is  but  short:  his  love, 
Which  is  our  life,  hath  certain  stay; 

Grief  may  continue  for  a  night, 
But  joy  returns  with  rising  day. 

5  Then,  what  1  vow'd  in  my  distress, 
In  happier  hours  I  now  will  give, 

And  strive  that  in  my  grateful  verse, 
His  praises  may  for  ever  live. 

6  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  blest  and  undivided  Three  ; 

The  one  sole  giver  of  all  life, 
Glory  and  praise  for  ever  be. 

FUNERALS. 

HYMN  124.  (C.  M.) 

HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven 
declares 
To  those  in  Christ  who  die ! 
"Released  from  all  their  earthly  cares, 
They'll  reign  with  him  on  high." 

2  Then  why  lament  departed  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms'? 

Death's  but  the  servant  Jesus  sends 
To  call  us  to  his  arms. 

3  If  sin  be  pardon'd,  we're  secure, 
Death  hath  no  sting  beside  ; 

The    law   gave    sin   its    strength   and 
power ; 
But  Christ,  our  ransom,  died ! 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  bless'd, 
When  in  the  grave  he  lay  ; 

And,  rising  thence,  their  hopes  he  raised 
To  everlasting  day  ! 

5  Then,  joyfully,  while  life  we  have, 
To  Christ,  our  life,  we'll  sing, 

"Where  is  thy  victory,  O  grave? 
And  where,  O  death,  thy  sting?" 

HYMN  125.  (C.  M.) 

HEN  those  we  love  are  snatch'd 
away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 

That  fiiendship  must  demand. 
2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

With  awful  power  impress'd; 
May  this  dread  truth,  "I  too  must  le,w 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 


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HYMN  126,  127,  128,  129,  130,  131. 


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3  Let  this  vain  world  allure  no  more  ; 
Behold  the  opening  tomb  ; 

It  bids  us  use  the  present  hour, 
Tomorrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  instructive  scene 
May  every  heart  obey  ! 

Nor  be  the  faithful  warning  vain 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

5  O  let  us  to  that  Saviour  ily, 
Whose  arm  alone  can  save  ; 

Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

HYMN  126.  (C.  M.) 

Death  of  a  Young  Person. 

HOW  short  the  race  our  friend  has 
run, 
Cut  down  in  all  his  bloom  ! 
The  course  but  yesterday  begun 
Now  finish'd  in  the  tomb  ! 

2  Thou  joyous  youth  !  hence  learn  how 

soon 
Thy  years  may  end  their  flight; 
Long,  long  before  lire's  brilliant  noon 
May  come  death's  gloomy  night. 

3  To  serve  thy  God  no  longer  wait, 
To-day  his  voice  regard  ; 

To-morrow  mercy's  open  gate 
May  be  for  ever  barr'd. 

4  And  thus  the  Lord  reveals  his  grace 
Thy  youthful  love  to  gain  ; 

The  soul  that  early  seeks  my  face 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain. 

HYMN  127.  (L.  M.) 

Death  of  an  Infant. 

AS  the  sweet  flower  that  scents  the 
morn, 
But  withers  in  the  rising  day; 
Thus  lovely  was  this  infant's  dawn, 
Thus  swiftly  fled  its  life  away. 

2  It  died  ere  its  expanding  soul 

Had  ever  burnt  with  wrong  desires. 
Had  ever  spurn'd  at  heaven's  control 
Or  ever  quench'd  its  sacred  fires. 

3  It  died  to  sin,  it  died  to  cares, 
But  for  a  moment  felt  the  rod  : 

O  mourner,  such  the  Lord  declares, 
Such  are  the  children  of  our  God  ! 

VIII.  INVITATION  AND  WARN- 
ING. 
HYMN  12S.  (III.  1.) 

SINNERS,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  1 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
M.ide  you  with  himself  to  live  ; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands  ; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Wili  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  1 


2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God.  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why  1 
He,  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live. 
Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain'.' 
Crucify  y«ur  Lord  again  1 

Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  1 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  1 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why  ? 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  : 
Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  1 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live? 

O,  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  for  ever  die? 

HYMN  129.  (III.  1.) 

HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun: 
Wisdom,  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten,  mercy  to  implore  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun : 

Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  san : 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun: 

Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

HYMN  130.  (II.  3.) 

PEACE,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive 
moan 
Hath  taught  each  scene  the  note  ot 
woe; 
Cease    thy    complaint,    suppress   thy 
groan, 
And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow : 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  wound. 
2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppress'd, 

On  Jesus  cast  thy  weighty  load ; 
In  him  thy  refuge  find,  thy  rest, 
Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God  : 
Thy  God's  thy  Saviour  !  glorious  word  I 
O  hear,  believe,  and  bless  the  Lord  ! 

HYMN  131.  (S.  M.) 

Rev.  xxii.  17.  20. 

THE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 
Is  whispering,  Sinner,  come  ; 
The  Bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  pro- 
claims 
To  all  his  children  come  ! 
2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 
To  all  about  him,  come  ! 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  ! 


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HYMN  132, 


3  Yes.  whosoever  will, 

0  let  him  freely  come, 

Ami  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  ; 
•'Tis  Jesus  bids  liim  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 
Declares,  1  quickly  come  : 

Lord,  even  so  !  I  wait  thy  hour  ; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come  ! 

HYMN  132.  (C.  M.) 

YE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 
With  songs  of  sacred  praise, 
For  he  is  good,  supremely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 
In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 

Bui  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 
To  ransom  rebel  worms  ; 

'Tis    here    he    makes    his    goodness 
known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 
'Tis  here  our  hope  relies  ; 

A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 
The  souls  who  trust  in  thee  : 

Their  humble  hope  thou  will  reward, 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  thy  Almighty  love, 
What  honours  shall  we  raise  ! 

Not  all  the  angelic  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

IX.  CHRISTIAN  DUTIES  AND 

AFFECTIONS. 

PRAYER. 

HYMN  133.  (C.  M.) 

APPROACH,    my   soul,   the  mercy- 
seat, 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 

Thou  callest  hurden'd  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bow'd  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  press'd, 

By  war  without,  and  fear  within, 

1  come  to  thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding  place  ; 
That,  shelter'd  near  thy  side, 

I  mav  mv  fierce  accuser  face. 
And  tell  him,  "Thou  hast  died." 

5  O  wondrous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. 


133,  134,  135. 

HYMN  134. 


(C.  M.) 


PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Utter'd  or  unexpress'd; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh 
The  falling  of  a  tear  ; 

The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 

Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  or  high. 

4  Trayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air, 

The  watch-word  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
Returning  from  his  ways  ; 

While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  ''  Behold  he  prays!" 

6  In  prayer,  on  earth,  the  saints  are 

one ; 
They're  one  in  word  and  mind; 
When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

7  O  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
Tiie  life,  the  truth,  the  way, 

The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  ! 


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RErENTANXE. 

HYMN  135.  (L.  M.) 

THOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners 
cry, 

Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 

Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out.  and  banish'd  from  thy  sight: 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though   I  have  grieved   thy  Spirit, 

Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford  ; 
And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Ts  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  graco  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 
G  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemn'd  to  die. 


HYMN  136,  137,  138,  139,  140. 


7  Then  will  T  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue, 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song: 

And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteous- 
ness. 


HYMN  136. 


(L.  M.) 


STAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
Though  I  have    done   thee  such 
despite, 
Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  Might. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
And  long  in  vain  thy  grace  received 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen 
Ten   thousand  times    thy   goodness 
grieved; 

3  Yet,  oh  !  the  mourning  sinner  spare, 
In  honour  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 

Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
To  exclude  me  from  thy  people's  rest. 

4  My  weary  soul,  O  God,  release  ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  gracious  hand; 

Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 


HYMN  137. 


(L.  M.) 


OTIIAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down  ! 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  ; 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  Spirit  free  ! 

I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within, 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove, 

The   cross,    all    stain'd  with   hallow'd. 
bload, 
The  labour  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I  would,   but   thou    must  give    the 

power, 

My  heart  from   every  sin   release ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour. 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 


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2  Thy  tears  are  dried,  thy  griefs  are 

fled, 
Dispell'd  each  bitter  care  ; 
For  heaven  itself  has  lent  its  aid 
To  save  thee  from  despair. 

3  Hear,  then,  O  God  !  thy  work  fulfil, 
And,  from  thy  mercy's  throne, 

Vouchsafe  me  strength  to  do  thy  will, 
And  to  resist  mine  own : 

4  So  shall  my  soul  each  power  employ 
Thy  mercy  to  adore  ; 

While    heaven    itself   proclaims   with 

joy— 

"  One  pardon'd  sinner  more  !" 


HYMN  139. 


(III.  2.) 


ROCK  of  ages  !  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee , 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  side,  a  healing  Hood, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure. 
Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  How, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone ; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne  ; 
Rock  of  ages  !  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ! 


HYMN  140. 


(L.  M.) 


HYMN  133.  (C.  M.) 

Penitential  Gratitude. 
ISE,  O  my  soul,  the  hours  review, 
When  awed  by  guilt  and  fear, 
To  heaven  for  grace  thou  durst  not  sue, 
And  found  no  rescue  here  : 


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FAITH  is  the  Christian's  evidence 
Of  thing-3  unseen  by  mortal  eye  ; 
It  passes  all  the  bounds  of  sense, 
And  penetrates  the  inmost  sky. 

2  Things  absent  it  can  set  in  view, 
And  bring  far  distant  prospects  home; 

Events  long  past  it  can  renew, 
And  long  foresee  the  things  to  come. 

3  With  strong  persuasion,  from  afar 
The  heavenly  region  it  surveys, 

Embraces  all  the  blessings  there, 
And  here  enjoys  the  promises. 

4  By  faith  a  steady  course  we  steer, 
Through  ruffling  storms  and  swelling 

seas, 
O'ercome  the  world,  keep  down  our 
fear, 
And  still  possess  our  souls  in  peace. 

5  By  faith,  we  pass  the  vale  of  tears 
Safe    and    serene,    though    oft   dia> 

tress'd  ; 
By  faith,  subdue  the  king  of  fears, 
And  go  rejoicing  to  our  rest. 


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HYMN  141, 142,  143,  144,  145,  148. 


HYMN  111.  (C.  M.) 

Rom.  viii.  31—34. 

OLET  triumphant  faith  dispel 
The  fears  of  nuilt  and  woe  ! 
If  God  be  for  us,  God  the  Lord, 
Who,  who  shall  be  our  foe? 

2  He  who  his  only  Son  gave  up 
To  death,  that  we  might  live, 

Shall  he  not  all  things  freely  grant, 
That  boundless  love  can  give? 

3  Who  now  his  people  shall  accuse  ? 
'Tis  God  haih  justified: 

Who  now  his  people  shall  condemn? 
The  Lamb  of  God  hath  died. 

4  And  he  who  died  hath  risen  again, 
Triumphant,  from  the  grave: 

At  God's  right  hand  for  us  he  pleads, 
Omnipotent  to  save. 

HYMN  142.  (C.  M.) 

Dead  Faith. 

DELUDED    souls!    that   dream    of 
heaven, 
And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  foreiven, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust ! 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  vain  our  flights, 
If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 
To  Christ,  the  living  Head. 

3  The  faith   which    new  creates    the 

heart 
And  works  by  active  love, 
Will  bid  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lift  the  thoughts  above. 

4  God  from  the  curse  has  set  us  free 
To  make  us  pure  within  ; 

Nor  did  he  send  his  Son  to  be 
The  minister  of  sin. 

hymn  i43.        an.  1.) 

Christ  our  Refuge. 

JESUS,  Saviour  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high  : 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 
O,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  hope  from  thee  I  bring, 
fvover  my  defenceless  head 

With  tiie  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


HYMN  144. 


(IV.  4.) 


HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of 
the  Lord, 
Is  laid   for  your  faith  in  his  excellent 

word ! 
What  more  can  he  say,  than  to  you  he 

hath  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have 
fled: 

2  "Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not 

dismay 'd, 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee 

aid ; 
I'll    strengthen    thee,   help    thee,  and 

cause  thee  to  stand, 
Upheld    by.  my  righteous,   omnipotent 

hand. 

3  "When  through  the  deep  waters  I 

call  thee  to  go, 

The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  over' 
flow: 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to 
bless, 

And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  dis- 
tress. 

4  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  path- 

way shall  lie. 
My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall   be   thy 

supply  ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  1  only 

design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to 

refine. 

5  "The  soul  that  to  Jesus  hath  fled  for 

repose, 

1  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 
TVat  soul,  though  all  hell  shall  endea- 
vour to  shake, 

I'll  never— no,  never— no,  never  for- 
sake." 

HOPE. 
RYMN  145. 
ISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise,  from  transitory  things. 

Towards  heaven,  thy  destined  place* 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Cease,  my  soul,  O  cease  to  mourn, 
Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 

Soon  thy  Saviour  will  return, 

To  take  thee  to  the  skies  ; 
There  is  everlasting  peace, 

Rest,  enduring  rest,  in  heaven ; 
There  will  sorrow  ever  cease, 

And  crowns  of  joy  be  given. 

HYMN  146.  (III.  1.) 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
J    As  we  journey  let  us  sing ; 


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HYMN   147,  148,  149,  150,  151. 


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Sing  the  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Bauish'd  once,  by  sin  betray'd, 
Christ  our  advocate  was  made,- 
Pardon'd  now,  no  more  we  roam, 
Christ  conducts  us  to  our  home. 

4  Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below: 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

HYMN  147.  (C.  M.) 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  ;n  the  skies: 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall: 

So  T  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  a'l. 

4  There,  anchor'd  safe,  my  weary  soul 
Shall  find  eternal  rest ; 

Nor  storms  shall  beat,  nor  billows  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


HYMN  148.  (C.  M.) 

JOY  is  a  frir.t  that  will  not  grow 
In  nature's  barren  soil ; 
All  we  can  boast,  till  Christ  we  know, 
Is  vanity  and  toil. 

2  A  bleeding  Saviour,  seen  by  faith, 
A  sense  of  pardoning  love, 

A  hope  that  triumphs  over  death, 
Give  joys  like  those  above. 

3  These  are  the  joys  which  satisfy 
And  purify  the'  mind  : 

Which  make  the  Spirit  mount  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

4  No  more,  believer,  mourn  thy  lot, 
O,  thou  who  art  the  Lord's, 

Resign  to  those  that  know  him  not, 
Such  joy  as  earth  affords. 

HYMN  149.  (S.  M.) 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 
2  I-et  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 
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3  The  God  of  heaven  is  ours, 
Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 

His  care  shall  guard  life's  fleeting  hours, 
Then  waft  our  souls  above. 

4  There  shall  we  see  his  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  ; 

There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

5  Yes,  and  befoie  we  rise 
To  that  immortal  state, 

The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

6  Children  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below ; 

Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

7  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

8  Then  let  our  sonsrs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 

We're  travelling  through  Immanuel  a 
ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


HYMN  150. 


(HI.  3.) 


LORD,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise 
thee 
For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows  ; 
For  the  pardoning  j;race  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows  : 
Help,  O  God,  my  weak  endeavour; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise  ; 
Thou  must  light  the  name,  or  never 
Can  my  love  be  warm'd  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought 

thee 
Wretched  wanderer,  far  astiay  ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly   brought 
thee, 
From  the  paths  of  death  away  : 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 
Hun  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear  ; 
And,  the  light  of  hope  sevealing, 
Bade  the  blood-stain'd  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 
Vainly  would  my  lips  express  ; 

Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 
Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless: 

Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chiefnreasure, 
Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise  ; 

And  since  words  can  never  measure, 
Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise. 


HYMN  151. 


(III.  I.) 


IORD,  my  God,  I  long  to  know, 
-J    Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought; 
Do  I  bve  thee,  Lord,  or  no  \ 
Am  1  thine,  or  am  1  not  7 


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HYMN   152,  153,  154 


2  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  pr»ve, 

Any  duty  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  1 

3  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 

0  how  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ; 
Prone  to  unbelief  and  sin, 

Can  I  deem  myself  thy  child"? 

4  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 

Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  1  did  not  love  at  all? 

5  Could  I  love  thy  saints  to  meet, 
Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd, 

Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  thee,  Lord? 

6  Saviour !  let  me  love  thee  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray: 

If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to  day. 

TRAISE. 

HYMN  152. 

THE  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
Who  reigns  enthroned  above  ; 
Ancient,  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love  ; 
Jehovah,  great  I  AM, 
By  earth  and  heaven  confess'd  ; 

1  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  Name, 
For  ever  bless'd. 

2  The  God  of  Abraham  praise, 
At  whose  supreme  command 

From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 

At  his  right  hand  ; 
I  all  on  earth  forsake, 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power: 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 

My  shield  and  tower. 

3  He  by  himself  hath  sworn, 

1  on  his  oath  depend, 

I  shall,  on  anuel  wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend: 
I  shall  behold  his  face, 

I  shall  his  power  adore, 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

For  evermore. 

4  There  dwells  the  Lord,  our  King, 
The  Lord,  our  righteousness, 

Triumphant  o'er  the  world  and  sin 

The  Prince  of  peace; 
On  Zion's  sacred  height 

His  kingdom  he  maintains, 
And.  glorious,  with  his  saints  in  light 

For  ever  reigns. 

5  The  God  who  reigns  on  high 
The  great  archangels  sing  ; 

And  "Holy.  Holy,  Holy,"  cry, 
"Almigl-.y  King, 


Who  was,  and  is  the  same, 

And  evermore  shall  he, 
Jehovah,  Father,  great  1  AM  ! 

We  worship  thee." 
(i  The  whole  triumphant  host 

Give  thanks  to  God  on  hi«h ; 
Hail.  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

They  ever  cry  : 
Hail  Abraham's  God  and  mine, 

I  join  the  heavenly  lays  ; 
VII  might  and  majesty  are  thine, 

And  endless  praise. 

HYMN  153. 


(IV.  3.) 


Psalm  c. 


BE  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  tl,4 
earth, 
O  serve  liiin  with  gladne?s  and  fear , 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and 
mirth. 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2  For  Jehovah   is  God,   and   Jehovah 

alone; 
Creator  and  ruler  o'er  all ; 
And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we 

own  ; 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  O  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving 

and  song, 
Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim  ; 
His  praise  with  melodious  accordance 
prolong, 
And  bless  his  adorable  Name. 

4  For  good  is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly 

good, 
And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand  ; 
His   mercy  and    truth    from    eternity 
stood, 
And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 


HYMN  154.  (L.  M.) 

Psalm  c. 
EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy  : 


B 


Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay  and  form'd  us  men  : 

And  when  like   wandering   sheep  we 
st  ray 'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care; 
Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  j 

What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  Name  ^ 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful 

songs, 
High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raise  ; 
And    earth,    with   her    ten    thousand 

tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding 

praise. 


HYMN  155,  150,  157,  158,  159. 


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5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 

When  rolling  years   shall   cease  to 
move. 

HYMN  155.  (III.  I.) 

Songs  of  Praise. 

VONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang ; 

*^    Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn 
When  the  Prince  of  peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away  ; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  : 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth  : 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No  :— the  church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  ; 
Learning  here  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ 

CONTENTMENT. 
HYMN  156.  (C.  M.) 

FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne,  let  this, 

My  humble  prayer  arise — 
2  Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 

And  make  me  live  to  thee  : 
»  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine, 

My  life  and  death  attend, 
Thy    presence    through   my   journey 
shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

HYMN  157.  (L.  M.) 

BE  still,  my  heart !   these  anxious 
cares, 
To    thee    are    burdens,    thorns,    and 

snares  ; 
They  cast  dishonour  on  thy  Lord, 
And  contradict  his  gracious  word. 
2  Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear? 
How  canst  thou  want  if  he  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  suGh  a  guide  ? 


3  When  first  before  his  mercy-seat, 
Thou  didst  te  him  ihy  all  commit; 
He  gave  thee  warrant  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

4  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last  ? 

5  Though  reugh  and  thorny  be  the  road. 
It  leads  thee  home  apace  to  God  ; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 

IN    AFFLICTION. 

HYMN  158.  (C.  M.) 

HEAR,  gracious  God!   my  humble 
mean, 
To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs ; 
When  will  the  mournful  night  be  gone  1 
When  shall  my  joys  arise? 

2  Yet,   though    my   soul   in   darkness 
mourns, 

Thy  promise  is  my  stay  ; 
Here  would  I  rest  till  light  returns: 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 

3  Come,  Lord,  and  with  celestial  peace 
Relieve  my  aching  heart; 

O  smile,  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  all  their  gloom  depart. 

4  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 
And  bless  thy  healing  rays, 

And   change  these  deep,  complaining 
sighs 
For  songs  of  sacred  praise. 


HYMN  159. 

Psalm  xlii.  I- 


(II.  3.) 
-5. 


AS,  panting  in  the  sultry  beam, 
The    hart    desires    the    cooling 
stream, 
So  to  thy  presence,  Lord,  I  flee, 
So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee  ; 
Athirst  to  taste  thy  living  grace, 
And  see  thy  glory  face  to  face. 

2  But  rising  griefs  distress  my  soul, 
And  tears  on  tears  successive  roll ; 
For  many  an  evil  voice  is  near, 

To  chide  my  woe  and  mock  my  fear  ; 

And  silent  memory  weeps  alone 

O'er  hours  of  peace  and  gladness  flown. 

3  For  I  have  walk'd  the  happy  round 
That  'circles  Zion's  holy  ground, 
And  gladly  swell'd  the  choral  lays 
That    hymn'd   my  great   Redeemer's 

praise, 
What  time  the  hallow'd  arches  rung 
Responsive  to  the  solemn  song. 

4  Ah,  why,  by  passing  clouds  oppress'd, 
Should  vexing    thoughts    distraet  thy 

breast  ? 


RO 


Turn,  turn  to  Him,  in  every  pain, 
W  horn  su-ppliauts  never  sought  in  vain — 
Thy  strength,  in  joy's  ecs'atie  day, 
Thy  hope,  whGn  joy  lias  pass'd  away. 

HYMN  160.  (II.  3.) 

A  compassionate  High  Priest. 
Heb.  iv.  15. 
HEN  gathering  clouds  around  1 


HYMN  160,  161,  162,  163. 
I 


W 


And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
He  feels  my  griefs,  he  sees  my  fears 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  1  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do  ; 

Still  he,  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And,  sore  dismay'd,  my  spirit  dies ; 
Then  he,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The-throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

4  When   sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I 

bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile. 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while  ; 
Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed. 
For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

5  And,  oh  !  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  bed  of  death — for  thou  hast  died  : 
Then  point  to  realms  of  endless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

HYMN  161.  (L.  M.) 

Sanctified  Affliction. 

LORD!  unafllicted,  undismay'd, 
In    pleasure's    path    how   long  I 
stray 'd, 
But  thou  hast  made  me  feel  thy  rod  ! 
And  turn'd  my  soul  to  thee,  my  God. 

2  What  though  it  pierced  my  fainting 

heart, 
I  bless  thy  hand  that  caused  the  smart ; 
It  taught  iny  tears  awhile  to  flow, 
But  saved  me  from  eternal  woe  ! 

3  O,  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastised, 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despised, 
And  still  the  snare  in  secret  laid 
Had  my  unwary  feet  betray'd. 

4  I  love  thy  rhastenings,  O  my  God, 
They  fix  my  hopes  on  thy  abode ; 
Where,  in  thy  presence  fully  blest, 
Thy  stricken  saints  for  ever  rest 


DAILY   DEVOTION. 

HYMN  J62.  (11.3.) 

Daily  Dependence. 

WHEN  streaming  from  the  eastern 
skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  ot  sin  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  info  day. 

2  When  to  heaven's  great  and  gloriou" 

King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring  ; 
And,  mournintt  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame. 
Ask  mercy,  Saviour,  in  thy  name  ; 
My  conscience  sprinkle  with  thy  blood 
And  be  my  advocate  with  God. 

3  As  every  day  thy  mercy  spares 
Will  bring  its  trials  ami  its  car^s  ; 

0  Saviour,  till  my  life  shall  end, 
Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  friend : 
Teach  me  thy  precepts,  all  divine, 
And  be  thy  pure  example  mine 

4  When  pain  transfixes  every  part, 
Or  languor  settles  at  the  heart; 
When  on  my  bed,  diseased,  oppress'd, 

1  turn,  and  sigh,  and  long  for  rest ; 
O  great  Physician  !  see  my  -rrief, 
And  grant  thy  servant  sweet  relief. 

5  Should  poverty's  destructive  blow 
Lay  all  my  worldly  comforts  low  ; 
And  neither  help  nor  hope  appear, 
My  steps  to  guide,  my  heart  to  cheer ; 
Lord,  pity  and  supply  my  need, 

For  thou  on  earth  wast  poor  indeed. 

6  Should  Providence  profusely  pour 
Its  varied  blessings  in  my  store; 

O  keep  me  from  the  ills  that  wait 
On  such  a  seeming  prosperous  state: 
From  hurtful  passions  set  me  free, 
And  humbly  may  1  walk  with  thee. 

7  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labours 

close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pardoning  mercy  richly  bless'd, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  wT)ile  I  rest: 
And,  as  each'mornina  sun  shall  rise, 
O  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 
S  And,  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labours  done, 
Jesus,  i\»y  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  b;ess  my  dying  bed; 
And,  from  death's  gloo'm  my  spirit  raise, 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  praise. 

HYMN  163.  (I,  M.) 

"/  have  set  God  alvays  before  me." 

Ps.  xvi.  9. 

SAVIOUR  !  when  night  involves  the 
skies, 
My  soul,  adoring,  turns  to  thee, 


HYMN   164,  165,  166,  167. 


Thee,  self  abased,  in  mortal  guise, 
And  wrapt  in  shades  of  death  for  me. 

2  On  thee  my  waking  raptures  dwell, 
When  crimson  gleams  the  east  adorn, 

Thee,  victor  of  the  grave  and  hell, 
Thee,  source  of  life's  eternal  morn. 

3  When  noon  her  throne  in  light  arrays, 
To  thee  my  soul  triumphant  springs; 

Thee,  throned  in  jjlory's  endless  blaze, 
Thee,  Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 

4  O'er  earth,  when  shades  of  evening 

steal, 
To   death  and    thee   my  thoughts  1 

give,— 
To  death,  whose  power  I  soon  must 

feel, 
To  thee,  with  whom  I  trust  to  live. 

HYMN  164.  (L.  M.) 

Morning  Hymn. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  course  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Redeem  thy  mispent  time  that's  past ; 
Live  this  day  as  if  'twere  thy  last ; 
To  improve  thy  talents  take  due  care; 
'Gainst  the  great  day  thyself  prepare. 

3  Let  all  thy  converse  be  sincere, 
Thy  conscience  as  the  neonday  clear  ; 
Think  how  the  all-seeing  God,  thy  ways 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts  survsys. 

4  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part: 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing, 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King ! 

5  I  wake,  I  wake,  ye  heavenly  choir  ; 
May  your  devotion  me  inspire  ; 
That  I  hke  you  my  age  may  spend, 
Like  you  may  on  my  God  attend. 

C  May  I  like  you  in  God  delight, 
Have  all  day  lon*£  my  God  in  sight ; 
Perform  like  you  my  Maker's  will; 

0  !  may  I  never  more  do  ill. 

7  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept ; 
Grant.  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall 

wake, 

1  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

8  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew: 
Guard  my  first  spring  of  thought  and 

will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

9  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say, 

That  all  my  powers  with  all  their  might, IT, <>rd,  may  we  Hp  thine  to-Hay 
In  thy  sole" glory  may  unite.  I  Drive  the  shad«s  of  sin  away. 

SSh-2 


81 

haul  all  blessings 


10  Praise  God,  from 

flow. 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below : 
Praise  him  above,  ye  angelic  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN  165.  (L.  M.) 

Morning. 

ARISE,  my  soul,  with  rapture  rise  ! 
And,  fill'd  with  love  and  fear,  adore 
The  awful  Sovereign  of  the  skies. 
Whose   mercy  lends   me    one    day 
more. 

2  And  may  this  day,  indulgent  P»wer! 
Not  idly  pass,  nor  fruitless  be  ; 

But  may  each  swiftly  flying  hour 
Still  nearer  bring  my  soul  to  Thee  ! 

3  But  can  it  be  1  that  Power  divine 
Is  throned  in  light's  unbounded  blaze; 

And  countless  worlds  and  angels  join 
To  swell  the  glorious  song  of  praise : 

4  And  will  he  deign  to  lend  an  ear, 
When  I,  poor  abject  mortal,  pray  1 

Yes,  boundless  goodness!  he  will  hear, 
Nor  cast  the  meanest  wretch  away. 

5  Then  let  me  serve  thee  all  rny  days, 
And  may  my  zeal  with  years  increase; 

For  pleasant,  Lord,  are  all  thy  ways, 
And  all  thy  paths  are  paths"  of  peace. 

HYMN  166.  (C.  M.) 

Morning. 
/TPO  thee  let  my  first  offerings  rise, 
JL     Whose  sun  creates  the  day, 
Swift  as  his  gladdening  influence  flies, 
And  spotless  as  his  ray. 

2  This  day,  thy  favouring  hand  be  nigh 
So  oft  vouchsafed  before  ; 

Still  may  it  lead,  protect,  supply, 
And  I  that  hand  adore. 

3  If  bliss  thy  providence  impart, 
For  which,  resign'd,  I  pray, 

Give  me  to  feel  a  cheerful  heart, 
And  grateful  hoiaage  pay. 

4  Affliction  should  thy  love  intend, 
As  vice  or  folly's  cure, 

Patient  to  gain  that  gracious  end, 
May  I  the  means  endure. 

Be  this  and  every  future  day 
Still  wiser  than  the  past, 
And  when  I  all  my  life  survey. 
May  grace  sustain  at  last. 

HYMN  167.  (in.  1.) 

Morning. 
IVTOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone, 
1 1^1     Now  the  mornins  light  is  come  • 


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2  Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light, 
Banish  doubt  and  clear  our  sight; 
In  thy  service,  Lord,  to-day, 

May  we  labour,  watch,  and  pray. 

3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound; 
Save  us  from  our  foes  around; 
Going  out  and  coming  in, 

Keep  us  safe  from  every  sin. 

4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
O  receive  us  then  at  last ; 
Night  and  sin  will  be  no  more, 
When  we  reach  the  heavenly  shore. 

HYMN  168.  (L.  M.) 

Evening  Hymn. 

GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Under  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ills  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Triumphing  rise  at  the  last  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose, 

And  with    sweet    sleep    mine   eyelids 

close  ; 
Sleep,   that   may   me   more   vigorous 

make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 
My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply  ; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 

No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  O  when  shall  I,  in  endless  day, 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away, 
And  hymns  divine  with  angels  sing, 
Glory  to  thee,  eternal  King! 

7  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings 

flow. 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  angelic  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 

HYMN  169.  (L.  M.) 

Evening. 

GREAT  God!  to  thee  my  evening 
song 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise ; 
O  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise 

2  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 
And  every  onward  rolling  hour, 

Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched 

heart, 
Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love, 


HYMN  168,  169,  170,  171,  172. 


Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart, 
And  from  the  path  of  duty  rove. 

1  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 
Of  Christ,  my  Lord  ;  his  Name  alone 

1  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 

And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 
5  With  hope  in  him  mine  eyelids  close, 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame: 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  Name. 

HYMN  170.  (C.  M.) 

Evening. 

NOW  from  the  altar  of  our  heart9, 
Let  flames  of  love  arise  ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 
Have  made  up  all  this  day  ; 

Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift,  more  free  than  they. 

3  New  lime,  new  favours,  and  new  joys, 
Do  a  new  song  require  ; 

Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  hearts'  desire. 

HYMN  171.  (S.  M.) 

Evening. 

THE  day  is  past  and  gone  ; 
The  evening  shades  appear; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 

The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  shall  soon  disrobe  us  all 

Of  what  is  here  possess'd. 
3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 

Till  morning  light  appears. 

HYMN  172.  (III.  1.) 

Psalm  cxli.  2. 

SOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away  ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labour  free, 
Lord,  1  would  commune  with  thee  1 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Naught  escapes,  without,  within, 

Pardon  each  infirmity, 
Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon  for  me  the  light  of  day 
Shall  for  ever  pass  away  ; 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee  I 

4  Thr>u  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity; 

Then,  from  thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 


HYMN  173,  174,  175,  176,  177. 


HYMN  173.  (IV.  2.) 

Evening. 

FSPIRER  and  hearer  of  prayer, 
Thou   Shepherd   and  Guardian  of 
thine, 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care, 
I,  sleeping  or  waking,  resign. 

2  If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 
The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me  ; 

And,  fast  as  my  minutes  roll  on, 
They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

3  A  sovereign  Protector  I  have, 
Unseen,  yet  for  ever  at  hand ; 

Unchangeably  faithful  to  save, 
Almighty  to  rule  and  command. 

4  His  smiles  and  his  comforts  abound, 
His  grace,  as  the  dew,  shall  descend  ; 

And  walls  of  salvation  surround 
The  soul  he  delights  to  defend. 

X  THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 

HYMN  174.  (C.  M.) 

Renouncing  the  World. 

LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
It  has  no  charms  for  me  ; 
Once  I  admired  its  follies  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Those  follies  now  no  longer  please, 
No  more  delight  afford ; 

Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these 
Now  I  have  known  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 
The  stars  are  all  conceal'd, 

So  earthly  pleasures  farle  away 

When  Jesus  is  reveal'd. 
*  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart ; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice 

Shall  fix  my  roving  heart. 

5  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 
And  wholly  live  to  thee  ; 

Yet  worthless  still,  myself  I  own, 
Thy  worth  is  all  my  plea. 

HYMN  175.  (L.  M.) 

Not  ashamed  of  Christ. 

JESUS !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ! 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless 
days ! 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  night  disown  each  radiant  star  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  O,  as  soon 
Let  morning  blush  to  own  the  sun  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 


4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend 
No  ;  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame. 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  empty  pride  ! 
I'll  boast  a  Saviour  crucified  ; 
And,  O,  may  this  my  portion  be, 
My  Saviour  not  ashamed  of  me  ! 

HYMN  176.  (S.  M.) 

Prayer  for  Christian  Graces. 

JESUS,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  cast  my  care, 
With  humble  confidence  look  up, 
And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer: 
Give  me  on  thee  to  wait, 
Till  I  can  all  things  do  ; 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create, 
Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  sober  mind, 
A  self-renouncing  will, 

That  tramples  down  and  casts  behind 
The  baits  of  pleasing  ill :       ^ 
A  soul  inured  to  pain, 
To  hardship,  grief  and  loss  ; 

Ready  to  take  up  and  sustain 
The  consecrated  cross. 

3  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick,  discerning  eye, 
That  looks  to  thee  when  sin  is  near 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly  ; 

A  spirit  still  prepared, 

And  arm'd  with  jealous  care, 
For  ever  standing  on  its  guard, 

And  watching  unto  prayer. 

4  I  want  a  heart  to  pray, 
To  pray,  and  never  cease, 

Never  to  murmur  at  thy  stay, 

Or  wish  my  sufferings  less  ; 

This  blessing,  above  all, 

Always  to  pray  I  want, 
Out  of  the  deep,  on  thee  to  call, 

And  never,  never  faint. 

5  I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single,  steady  aim, 

Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward, 

To  thee  and  thy  great  name : 

A  jealous,  just  concern 

For  thine  immortal  praise  ; 
A  pure  desire  that  all  may  learn 

And  glorify  thy  grace. 

6  I  rest  upon  thy  word, 
The  promise  is  for  me  ; 

My  succour  and  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  surely  come  from  thee  ; 
But  let  me  still  abide, 
Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 
Into  thy  perfect  love. 

HYMN  177.  (III.  3.) 

Prayer  for  Guidance. 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  irreat  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 


HYMN  178, 179,  180,  181,  182. 


Jam  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountains 
Whence  the  living  waters  flow  ; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar, 
Lead  me  all  my  journey  through. 

3  Feed  me  with  the  heavenly  manna 
In  this  barren  wilderness  ; 

Be  my  sword,  and  shield,  and  banner; 
Be  the  Lord  my  righteousness. 

4  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 

Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side. 

HYMN  173.  (L.  M.) 

Following  the  Example  of  Christ. 

WHENE'ER  the  angry  passions  rise, 
And    tempt    our   thoughts    or 
tongues  to  strife, 
To  Jesus  let  us  lilt  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life. 

2  O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 
How  mild,  how  ready  t©  forgive  ! 

Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

3  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will 
Was  his  employment  and  delight, 

Humility  and  holy  zeal 
Shone    through    his    life,   divinely 
bright. 

4  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labours  of  his  life  were  love  : 

Then,  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
By  his  example  let  us  move. 

5  But  ah  !  how  blind,  how  weak  we  are, 
How  frail,  how  apt  to  turn  aside  ! 

Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care  ; 
We  ask  thy  Spirit  for  our  guide. 

6  Thy  fair  example  may  we  trace, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be  ; 

Make  us,  by  thy  transforming  grace, 
O  Saviour,  daily  more  like  thee. 


HYMN  179. 


(S.  M.) 


Duties. 


A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : 
2  From  youth  to  hoary  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil: 
O  may  it  all  ray  powers  engage 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live, 
And  O,  thy  serv.wt,  Lord,  prepare 

A  strict  account  to  give  : 
4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray 

And  on  thyself  rely ; 


Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  for  ever  die. 


HYMN  180. 


(C.  M.) 


'Forgetting  those   things   which  an 
behind,"  <yc. 

Phil.  iii.  13,  14. 

AWAKE,    my  soul,    stretch    every 
nerve, 
And  press  with  vigour  on, 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around, 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  uplifted  eye. 

4  Then  wake,  my  soul,  stretch  every 

nerve, 
And  press  with  vigour  on, 
A  heavenly  race  densands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 


HYMN  181. 


(C.  M.) 


Doubting. 


THE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 
On  contrite  hearts  bestow  ; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart  or  no  1 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 
Insensible  as  steel; 

If  aught  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 
I  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 

But  when  I  cry,  "  My  strength  renew,* 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

4  I  see  thy  saints  with  comfort  fill'd, 
When  in  thy  house  of  prayer; 

But  stiM  in  bondage  I  am  held, 
And  find  no  comfort  there. 

5  O  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache  ; 
Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 

And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break; 
And  heal  it,  if  it  be. 

HYMN  1S2.  (C.  M.) 

Desires  after  renewed  Holima*. 

OFOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ! 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 
2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 


HYMN   183,  184,  185,  186,  187. 


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3  What  peaceful  houra  I  then  enjoy'd ; 
How  sweet  their  memory  still : 

But  now  I  feel  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest; 

1  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whatc'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lainb. 

HYMN  183.  (III.  1.) 

Trials. 

ypiS  my  happiness  below, 

JL     Not  to  live  without  the  cross  ; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 
But  with  humble  faith  to  see 

Love  inscribed  upon  them  all — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Did  I  meet  no  trials  here, 
No  chastisement  by  the  way, 

Might  I  not  with  reason  fear 
I  should  be  a  cast-away  ? 

4  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet; 
Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 

Bring  me  to  my  Saviour's  feet, 
Lay  me  low.  and  keep  me  there. 

HYMN  184.  (C.  M.) 

Habitual  Devotion. 

WHILE   thee    I    seek,    protecting 
Power, 
Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  : 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  be 

stow'd, 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd, 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 
Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 

Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 
Because  conferral  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 
In  every  pain  I  bear, 

My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favour'd 

hour, 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resign'd,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 


6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  feai^ 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

HYMN  185. 
Walking  icith  God. 

SINCE  I've  known  a  Saviour's  name 
And  sin's  strong  fetters  broke, 
Careful  without  care  I  am, 
Nor  feel  my  easy  yoke : 
Joyful  now  my  faith  to  show, 

I  find  his  service  my  reward, 
All  the  work  I  do  below 
Is  light,  for  such  a  Lord. 

2  To  the  desert  or  the  cell 
Let  others  blindly  fly, 

In  this  evil  world  I  dwell, 

Nor  fear  its  enmity  ; 
Here  I  find  a  house  of  prayer, 

To  which  I  inwardly  retire  ; 
Walking  unconcern'd  in  care, 

And  unconsumed  in  fire. 

3  O  that  all  the  world  might  know 
Of  living,  Lord,  to  thee, 

Find  their  heaven  begun  below, 
And  here  thy  goodness  see  ; 

Walk  in  all  the  works  prepared 
By  thee  to  exercise  their  grace, 

Till  they  gain  their  full  reward, 
And  see  thee,  face  to  face. 

HYMN  186.  (L.  M.) 

Heaven  seen  by  Faith. 

AS  when  the  weary  traveller  irains 
The  height  of  some  commanding 
hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  o'er  the  plains 
He  sees  his  home,  though  distant  still. 

2  So  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 
By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 

The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his   speed  to  reach  the 
prize. 

3  The  hope  of  heaven  his  spirit  cheers ; 
No  more  he  grieves  for  sorrows  past ; 

Nor  any  future  conflict  fears, 
So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

1  O  Lord,  on  thee  our  hopes  we  stay, 
To  lead  us  on  to  thine  abode  : 

Assured  thy  love  will  far  o'erpay 
The  hardest  labours  of  the  road. 

HYMN  187.  (IV.  4.) 

"  I  would  not  live  aheay." — Job  vii.  16. 

I  WOULD  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to 
stay 
Where   storm  after  storm  rises  dark 

o'er  the  way  ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us 

here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough 
for  its  cheer. 


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HYMN  188,  189,  190,  191,  192. 


2  I  would  not  live  ahvay,  thus  fetter'd 

by  sin ; 

Temptation  without  and  corruption 
within : 

E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled 
with  fears, 

And  the  cnp  of  thanksgiving  with  pen- 
itent tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway  :  no — welcome 

the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  1  dread  not 

its  gloom  ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid 

me  arise 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the 

skies. 

4  Who,  who  would    live  alway,  away 

from  his  God ; 
Away  from   yon  heaven,  that   blissful 

abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er 

the  bright  plains, 
And   the    noontide  of  glory   eternally 

reigns : 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  har- 

mony meet, 

Their  Saviour  and  brethren,  transport- 
ed to  greet ; 

While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceas- 
ingly roll, 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast 
of  the  soul ! 

XI.    DEATH. 

HYMN  188.  (C.  M.) 

Job  xiv.  1,  2.  5,  6. 

FEW  are  thy  days  and  full  of  woe, 
O  man,  of  woman  born  ! 
Thy  doom  is  written,  "  Dust  thou  art, 

To  dust  thou  shall  return." 
S  Behold  the  emblem  of  thy  state 

In  flowers  that  bloom  and  die, 

Or  in  the  shadow's  fleeting  form 

Thar  mocks  the  gazer's  eye. 

3  Determined  are  the  days  that  fly 
Successive  o'er  thy  bead  ; 

The  number'd  hour  is  on  the  wing 
That  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

4  Great  God  !  afflict  not,  in  thy  wrath, 
The  short  allotted  span, 

That  bounds  the  few  and  weary  days 
Of  pilgrimage  to  man. 

HYMN  189.  (C.  M.) 

HARK !  from  the  tombs  a  mournful 
sound ; 
Mine  ears,  attend  the  cry  : 
"Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 

Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 
2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
In  spite  of  all  your  towers ; 


The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  1 
And  are  we  still  secure  ? 

••Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 

And  yet  prepare  no  more? 
1  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening 
grace 

To  ihise  our  souls  to  thee, 
That  we  may  view  thy  glorious  face 

To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  190.  (S.  M. 

Job  Aiv.  11—14. 

THE  mighty  flood  that  rails 
Its  torrents  to  the  main, 
Can  ne'er  recall  its  walens  lost 

From  that  abyss  again  : 

So  days,  and  years,  and  time, 

Descending  d»wn  to  night, 
Can  thenceforth  never  more  return 

Back  to  the  sphere  of  light : 

And  man,  when  in  the  grave, 

Can  never  quit  its  gloom, 
Until  the  eternal  morn  shall  wake 

The  slumber  of  the  tomb. 

4  O,  may  I  find  in  death 

A  hiding-place  with  God, 
Secure  from  woe  and  sin  ;  till  call'd 
To  share  his  bless'd  abode  ! 

5  Cheer'd  by  this  hope,  I  wait, 
Through  toil,  and  care,  and  grief, 

Till  my  appointed  course  is  run, 
And  death  shall  bring  relief. 


HYMN  191. 

VITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame  ! 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame  ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O,  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper  !  angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away  ! 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath! 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  reeedes,  it  disappears  f 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes!  my  ear3 

With  sounds  seraphic  ring! 
Lend,  lend  your  wings  !  I  mount,  I  fly  ! 

0  grave,  where  is  thy  victory! 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting ! 

XII.    JUDGMENT. 
HYMN  192.  (C.  M.) 

from    the    bed    of 

death, 
O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 

1  see  my  Maker,  face  to  face  ; 
O  how  shall  I  appear ! 


TT7HEN,    ; 


HYMN  193,  194,  195,  196. 


87 


2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 
And  mercy  may  be  sought, 

My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought; 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  shalt  stand  dis- 

closed 
In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
O  how  shall  I  appear ! 

4  But  thou  hast  told  the  troubled  mind 
Who  does  her  sins  lament, 

That  faith  in  Christ's  atoning  blood 
Shall  endless  woe  prevent. 

5  Then  never  shall  my  soul  despair 
Her  pardon  to  procure, 

Who  knows  thine  only  Son  has  died 
To  make  that  pardon  sure. 


HYMN  193. 


(S.  M.) 


AND  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 
And  must  the  dead  arise  1 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes'? 

2  And  from  his  righteous  lips 
Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound  ; 

And   through    the    numerous   guilty 
throng 
Spread  black  despair  around  ? 

3  "Depart  from  me,  accursed, 
To  everlasting  flame, 

For  rebel  angels  first  prepared, 
Where  mercy  never  came." 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terror  s  of  that  day  ; 

When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face 
Astonish'd  shrink  away? 

5  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark,  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

7  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

HYMN  194.  (II-  7.) 

GREAT  God,  what  do  1  see  and  hear  ! 
The  end  of  things  created  1 
The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  : 
The  trumpet   sounds;  the  graves  re- 
store 
The  dead  which  they  contain'd  before  ; 

Prepare,  my  soul,  to  meet  him. 
2  The  dead  in  Christ  shall  first  arise 

At  the  last  trumpet's  sounding, 
Caught  up  to  meet  him  in  the  skies, 
With  joy  their  Lord  surrounding  : 


No  gloomy  fears  their  souls  dismay, 
His  presence  sheds  eternal  day 
On  those  prepared  to  meet  him. 

3  But  sinners,  fill'd  with  guilty  foars, 
Behold  his  wrath  prevailing  ; 

For  they  shall  rise,  and  find  their  tears 

And  sighs  are  unavailing  : 
The  day  of  grace  is  past  and  gone ; 
Trembling  they  stand  before  the  throne, 

All  unprepared  to  meet  him. 

4  Great  God,  what  do  I  see  and  hear  ! 
The  end  of  things  created! 

The  Judge  of  man  I  see  appear, 

On  clouds  of  glory  seated  : 
Beneath  his  cross  I  view  the  day 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 

And  thus  prepare  to  meet  him. 

HYMN  195.  (IIL  1.) 

St.  Luke  xiii.  24—27. 

QEEK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate, 
O    Enter  ere  it  be  too  late  ; 
Many  ask  to  enter  there, 
When  too  late  to  offer  prayer. 

2  God  from  mercy's  seat  shall  rise, 
And  for  ever  bar  the  skies  : 
Then,  though  sinners  cry  without, 
He  will  say^  "  I  know  you  not." 

3  Mournfully  will  they  exclaim — 
Lord !  we  have  profess'd  thy  Name) 
We  have  eat  with  thee,  and  heard 
Heavenly  teaching  in  thy  word. 

4  Vain,  alas  !  will  be  their  plea, 
Workers  of  iniquity ; 
Sad  their  everlasting  lot : 
Christ  will  say,  "  I  know  you  not." 

XIII.    ETERNITY. 

HYMN  196.  (S.  M.) 

O  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found? 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul? — 
'Twere    vain    the    ocean's    depths   tfl 
sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 
Q  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  : 
'Tis  not  the.  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above, 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  yearsf 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath: 

O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  I 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 

Lest  we  be  driven  from  thy  face, 
For  evermore  undone. 


HYMN  197, 198,  199,  200,  201. 


HYMN  197.  (C.  M.) 

2  Cor.  iv.  18. 


HYMN  199. 


(C.  M.) 


HOW  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys  };;,errjai  t] 
Detain  our  hearts  and  eyes,  i     AlK|  „) 

Regardless  of  immortal  joys,  I     „, 


THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  j 


day  excludes  the  niiiht, 
leasures  banish  pain. 
2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
I     And  never  fading  flowers  ; 
2  These,  transient  scenes  will  soon  de-  De.un  likc  a  narrowsea,  divides 


And  strangers  to  the  skies  ! 


cay, 
They  fade  upon  the  sight ; 
And  quickly  will  their  brightest  day 
Be  lost  in  endless  night. 

3  Their  brightest  day,  alas  !  how  vain  ! 
With  conscious  sighs  we  o»vn  ; 

While  clouds  of  sorrow,  care,  and  pain, 
O'ershade  the  smiling  noon. 

4  O  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 
Above  these  gloomy  shades, 

T«»  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 

5  There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 
Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 

"n  ever-blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

6  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 
To  guide  our  upward  aim  ! 

With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 
Onr  languid  hearts  inflame. 

7  Then  snail,  on  faith's  sublunest  wing, 
Our  ardent  wishes  rise, 

To  those  bright  scenes  where  pleasures 
spring, 
iAiniortal  in  the  skies. 

HYMN  198.  (C.  M.) 

COME.  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid 
heart, 

Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  ; 
Ami  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 

Their  influence  to  our  song. 
2  Sorrow  and  pain,  and  every  care, 

And  discord  there  shall  cease  ; 
An  J  perfect  joy,  and  love  sincere, 

Adorn  the  realms  of  peace. 
S  The  soul  from  sin  for  ever  free, 

Shall  mourn  its  power  no  more  ; 
But  clothed  in  spotless  purity, 

Redeeming  love  adore. 

4  There,  on    a  throne  (how  dazzling 

bright !) 
The  exalted  Saviour  shmes  ; 
And  beams  ineffable  delight 
On  all  the  heavenly  minds, 

5  Therf*  shall  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 
Join  in  immortal  songs  ; 

And  endless  honours  to  his  name 
Employ  their  tuneful  tongues. 

6  Lord,  tune  our  hearts  to  praise  and 

love, 
Our  feeb'e  nctes  inspire  ; 
Till  in  thy  blissful  courts  above 
We  join  the  angelic  choir. 


This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Bright    fields    beyond    the    swelling 

flood 
Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  fair  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 
To  cross  the  narrow  sea ; 

And  linger,  trembling,  on  sue  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh !  could  we  make  our  doubts  re 

move, 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  faith's  illumined  eyes  ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mo6e« 

stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  streams,  riot  death's  cold 

flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


HYMN  200. 


(C.  M.) 


QHOIILD  nature's  charms,  to  please 
lO        the  eye, 

In  sweet  assemblage  join, 
All  nature's  charms  would  droop  %ad 
die, 

Jesus,  compared  with  thine. 

2  Vain  were  her  fairest  beams  display'^ 
And  vain  her  blooming  store  ; 

Iler  brialttness  languishes  to  shade, 
Her  beauty  is  no  more. 

3  But,  ah  !  how  far  from  mortal  sight 
The  Lord  of  glory  dwells  ! 

A  veil  of  interposing  night 
His  radiant  face  conceals. 

4  O  could  my  longing  spirit  rise 
On  strong  immortal  wing, 

And  reach  thy  palace  iri*the  skies, 
My  Saviour  and  my  King  ' 

5  There  thousands  worship  at  thy  feet 
And  there,  divine  employ  ! 

The  triumphs  of  thy  love  repeat, 
In  songs  of  endless  joy. 

6  Thy  presence  beams  eternal  day 
O'er  all  the  blissful  place; 

Who  would  not  drop  this  load  of  clay, 
And  die  to  see  thy  face  ? 


HYMN  201. 
Rev.  v 


(in.  l> 


i.  9,  %c. 


WHO  are  these  in  bright  array  J 
This  innumerable  throng, 


HYMN  202,  203,  204,  205,  206. 

4 


R9 


Round  the  altar  night  and  day 
Tuning  their  triumphant  song? 

"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb  once  slain, 
Blessing,  honour,  giory,  power, 

Wisdom,  riches,  to  ohtain 
New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod 
These  from  great  affliction  came  ; 

Now  before  th«  throne  of  God, 
Seal'd  with  his  eternal  name: 

Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 
Victor  palms  in  every  hand, 

Through  their  great  Redeemer's  might 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 
On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 

Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead: 

Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs  ; 
Perfect  love  dispels  their  fears  ; 

And  for  ever  from  their  eyes 
God  shall  wipe  away  their  tears. 

XIV.  MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN  202.  (C.  M.) 

Gen.  xxviii.  20,  21. 

GOD  of  our  fathers !  by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  blest, 
Be  whh  us  through  our  pilgrim  age 
Conduct  us  to  our  rest. 

2  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 
Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 

Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

3  O  spread  thy  sheltering  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 

And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

4  Such    blessings    from   thy  gracious 

hand 
Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 
\nd  thou,  the  Lord,  shalt  be  our  God, 
And  portion  evermore. 

HYMN  203.  (in.  3.) 

]  Chron.  xxix.  10—13. 

BLESS'D  be  thou,  the  God  of  Israel, 
Thou,  our  Father,  and  our  Lord  ! 
Bless'd  thy  majesty  for  ever  ! 
Ever  be  thy  name  adored  ! 

2  Thine,  O  Lord,  are  power  and  great 

ness, 
Glory,  victory  are  thine  own  ; 
All  is  thine  in  earth  and  heaven, 
Over  all  thy  boundless  throne. 

3  Riches  come  of  thee,  and  honour, 
Power  and  might  to  thee  belong  ; 

Thine  it  is  to  make  us  prosper, 
Only  thine  to  make  us  strong. 
21 


Lord  our  God !  for  these,  thy  bounties, 
Hymns  of  gratitude  we  raise  ; 
To  thy  Name,  for  ever  glorious, 
Ever  we  address  our  praise  ! 

HYMN  204.  (C.  M.) 

Prov.  iii.  13—17. 

O  HAPPY  is  the  man  who  hears 
Religion's  warning  voice, 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 

His  early,  only  choice. 

For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 
More  precious  are  her  bright  rewards, 

Than  gems  or  stores  of  gold. 

Her  right  hand  offers  to  the  just 

Immortal,  happy  days  ; 
Her  left,  imperishable  wealth 

And  heavenly  crowns  displays. 

And,  as  her  holy  labours  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase  ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 

And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

HYMN  205.  (L.  M.) 

Isa.  xl.  6—8. 

THE   morning  flowers  display  their 
sweets, 
And  gay  their  silken  leaves  unfold  ; 
As  careless  of  the  noonday  heats, 
And  fearless  of  the  evening  cold. 

2  Nipp'd  by  the  wind's  unkindly  blast, 
Parch'd  by  the  sun's  more  fervent. 

ray, 
The  momentary  glories  waste, 
The  short-lived  beauties  die  away 

3  So  blooms  the  human  face  divine, 
When  youth  its  pride  of  beauty  shows 

Fairer  than  spring  the  colours  Shine, 
And  sweeter  than  the  opening  rose. 

4  But  worn  by  slowly  rolling  years, 
Or  broke  by  sickness  in  a  day, 

The  fading  glory  disappears, 
The  short-lived  beauties  die  away. 

5  Yet  these,  new  rising  from  the  tomb, 
With  lustre  bi-ighter  far  shall  shine  ; 

Revive  with  ever-during  bloom, 
Safe  from  diseases  and  decline. 

6  Let  sickness  blast,  and  death  devour, 
If  heaven  shall  recompense  our  pains: 

Perish  the  grass,  and  fade  the  flower, 
If  firm  the  word  of  God  remaius. 

HYMN  206.  (C.  M.) 

Isa.  si.  27-31. 

WHY  mourn  est  thou,  my  anxious 
soul, 
Despairing  of  relief, 
As  if  the  Lord  o'eilook'd  thy  cares, 
Or  pitied  not  thy  grief) 


HYMN  207,  208,  209,  210,  211. 


8  Hast  thou  not  known,  hast  thou  nol 
heard, 

That  firm  remains  on  high. 
The  everlasting  throne  of  Him 

Who  made  the  earth  and  sky  1 

3  Art  thou  afraid  his  power  will  fail 
In  sorrow's  evil  day  7 

Can  the  Creator's  mighty  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  1 

4  Supreme  in  wisdom  as  in  power 
The  Rock  of  ages  stands  ; 

Thou  canst  not  search  his  mind,  nor 
trace 
The  working  of  his  hands. 

5  He  givps  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
Supports  the  fainting  heart; 

And  courage  in  the  evil  hour 
His  heavenly  aids  impart. 

6  Mere  human  energy  shall  faint, 
And  youthful  vigour  cease  ; 

But  those  who  wait  upon  the  Lord 
In  strength  shall  still  increase. 

7  They  with  unwearied  step  shall  tread 
The  path  of  life  divine  ; 

With  growing  ardour  onward  move, 
With  growing  brightness  shine. 

S  On  eagle's  wings   they  mount,  they 
soar, 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love  ; 

Till,  past  the  sphere  of  earth  and  sin, 
They  rise  to  heaven  above. 

HYMN  207.  (6.  M.) 

Isa.  lvii.  15. 

THUS    speaks  the   High  and  Lofty 
One, 
My  throne  is  fix'd  en  high  ; 
There,  through  eternity,  1  hear 
The  praises  of  the  sky  : 

2  Yet,  looking  down,  I  visit  oft 
The  humble,  hallo w'd  cell ; 

And,  with  the  penitent  who  mourn, 
'Tis  my  delight  to  dwell. 

3  My    presence   heals    the    wounded 

heart, 
The  sad  in  spirit  cheers  ; 
My  presence,  from  the  bed  of  dust, 
The  contrite  sinner  rears. 

4  I  dwell  with  all  my  humble  saints 
While  they  on  earth  remain ; 

And  they,  exalted,  dwell  with  ma, 
With  me  for  ever  reign. 

HYMN  20S.  (II.  1.) 

Hab.  iii.  17—19. 

ALTHOUGH  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
The  budding  fig  tree  droop  and  die, 
No  oil  the  olive  yield  ; 
Yet  will  I  trust  me  in  my  God, 
Yea,  bend  rejoicing  to  his  rod, 
And  by  his  grace  be  heal'd. 


2  Though  fields,  in  verdure  once  ar. 

ray'd, 
By  whirlwinds  desolate  be  laid, 

Or  parch'd  by  scorching  beam; 
Siill  in  the  Lord  shall  be  my  trust, 
My  joy  ;  for,  though  his  frown  is  just, 

His  mercy  is  supreme. 

3  Though  from  the  fold  the  flock  decay, 
Though  herds  lie  fauiish'd  o'er  the  lea, 

Ana  round  the  empty  stall ; 
My  soul  above  the  wreck  shall  rise, 
Its  better  joys  are  in  the  skies; 

There,  God  is  all  in  all. 

4  In  God,  my   strength,  howe'er  dh» 

tress'd, 

1  yet  will  hope  and  calmly  rest, 
Nay,  triumph  in  his  love  ; 

My  lingering  soul;  my  tardy  feet, 
Free  as  the  hind  he  makes  and  fleet, 
To  speed  my  course  above. 

HYMN  209.  (C.  M.) 

St.  John  jtfv.  6. 

THOU  art  the  way — to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  truth — thy  word  alone 
True  Wisdom  can  impart ; 

Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  life— the  rending  tomb 
Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm, 

And  those  who'put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  way— the  truth,  the  life* 
Grant  us  that  way  to  know, 

That  truth  to  keep,  that  life  to  win, 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

HYMN  210.  (S.  M.) 

Phil.  ii.  12,  13. 
EIRS  of  unending  life, 
Whil"  yet  we  sojourn  here, 
O  lrt  us  our  salvation  work 
With  trembling  and  with  fear. 

2  God  will  support  our  hearts 
With  might  before  unknown  ; 

The  work  to  be  perform'd  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

3  'Tis  he  that  works  to  will, 
'Tis  he  that  works  to  do  ; 

His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 

HYMN  211.  (TD.  1.) 

Eph.  v.  14—17. 

SINNER!  rouse  thee  from  thv  sleeps 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Raise  thy  spirit  dark  and  dead, 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 


II 


HYMN  212,  213,  214,  215. 


2  Wake  from  sleep,  arise  from  death, 
See  the  bright  and  living  path: 
Watchful  tread  that  path  :  be  wise, 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly,  cease  from  crime  ; 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time  ; 
Life  secure  without  delay, 

Evil  is  the  mortal  day. 

4  Be  not  blind  and  foolish  still, 
Call'd  of  Jesus,  learn  his  will : 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

HYMN  212.  (C.  M.) 

Heb.  xii.  1,  2. 

LO:  what  a  cloud  of  witn 
Encompass  us  around ; 


91 

Men  once  like  us  with  suffering  tried, 
|     But  now  with  glory  crown*d  : 

2  Let  us  with  zeal  like  theirs  inspired, 
Strive  in  the  Christian  race  ; 

And,  freed  for  every  weight  of  sin, 
Their  holy  footsteps  trace. 

3  Behold  a  witness  nobler  still, 
Who  trod  affliction's  path, 

Jesus,  the  author,  finisher, 
Rewarder  of  our  faith  : 

4  He,  for  the  joy  before  him  set, 
And  moved  by  pitying  love, 

Endured  the  cross,  despised  the  shame, 
And  now  he  reigns  above. 

5  Thither,  forgetting  things  behind, 
Press  we  to  God's  right  hand ; 

There,  with  the  Saviour  and  his  saints, 
Triumphantly  to  stand. 


ADDITIONAL  SELECTION. 


/.     COMMENCEMENT  OF 

WORSHIP. 

HYMN  213.  (L.  M.) 

COMMAND  thy  blessing  from  above, 
O  God  !  on  all  assembled  here  ; 
Behold  us  with  a  father's  love, 
While  we  look  up  with  filial  fear. 

2  Command  thy  blessing,  Jesus.  Lord, 
May  we  thy  true  disciples  be ; 

Speak  to  each  heart  the  mighty  word  ; 
Say  to  the  weakest — "Follow  me." 

3  Command  thy  blessing  in  this  hour, 
Spirit  of  Truth,  and  fill  this  place 

With  humbling  and  exalting  power, 
With    quick'ning    and    confirming 
grace. 

4  O  thou,  our  Maker,  Saviour,  Guide  ! 
One  true,  eternal  God  confess'd, 

May  nouaht  in  life  or  death  divide 
The  saints  in  thy  communion  bless'd. 

BlCKERSTETH. 

HYMN  214.  (L.  M.) 

OW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song ! 
Awake  my  soul,  awake  my  tongue, 
Hosanna  to  the  Eternal  Name, 
And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  ; 
God.  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Hath  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  The   spacious   earth  and  spreading 

flood 
Proclaim  the  wise  and  powerful  God; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 


4  Grace !    'tis    a  sweet,  a    charming 

theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  ! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound  ! 
Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground ! 

5  O  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold ! 


HYMN  215. 


(C.  M.) 


N 


FATHER,     how     wide     thy    glory 
shines ! 
How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand 
signs, 
By  thousands  through  the  skies  : 
Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  power ; 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

2  Part  of  thy  name  divinely  stands 
On  all  thy  creatures  writ ; 

They  show  the  labour  of  thy  hands, 

Or  impress  of  thy  feet ; 
But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 

In  their  divinest  forms  : 

3  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known, 
Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 

Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 

The  justice  or  the  grace  : 
Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  ; 
Bright  seraphs  lea  rnlmmanuel's  name, 

And  try  their  choicest  strains. 


(5) 


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HYMN  216,  217,  218,  219,  220. 


4  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part 

In  that  immortal  song! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart 

And  love  command  my  tongue. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Who  sweetly  all  agree 
To  save  a  world  of  sinners  lost, 

Eternal  glory  be. 

HYMN  216.  (C.  M.) 

IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all  surrounding  sight  surveys 
My  rising  and  my  rest, 

My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 
Before  they're  form'd  within; 

And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  O  wondrous   knowledge,  deep  and 

high! 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Beset  on  every  side. 

HYiMN  217.  (C.  M.) 

HAIL  !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Whom  One  in  three  we  know 
By  all  thy  heavenly  host  adored, 
By  all  thy  church  below. 

2  One  undivided  Trinity, 
With  triumph  we  proclaim; 

Thy  universe  is  full  of  thee, 
And  speaks  thy  glorious  name. 

3  Thee,  holy  Father,  we  confess ; 
Thee,  holy  Son,  adore  : 

Thee,  Spirit  of  Truth  and  Holiness, 
We  worship  ever  more. 

4  The  incommunicable  right, 
Almighty  God,  receive! 

Which    angel-choirs,    and    saints 
light, 
And  saints  embodied  give. 

5  Three  persons,  equally  divine, 
We  magnify  and  love  : 

And  both  the  choirs  ere  long  shall  join 
To  sing  thy  praise  above. 

6  Hail !  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
(Our  heavenly  song  shall  be,) 

Supreme,  essential  One,  adored 
In  co-eternal  Three. 

HYMN  218.  (C.  M.) 

OFOR  a  thousand  tongues,  to  sin 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 
2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 


To  spread  throueh  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honours  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus  !— the  name  that  charms  our 
fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinners  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 
He  sets  the  pris'ner  free  ; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 


HYMN  219. 


(L.  M.) 


JESUS,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat; 
Where'er    they  seek    thee,    thou   art 

found; 
And  every  place  is  hallow'd  ground. 

2  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

3  Here  may  we  prove  the  power   of 

prayer, 
To  strengthen  faith  and  banish  care; 
I'o  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise 
To  things  unseen  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  thou  art  near; 
Nor  short  thine  arm,  nor  deaf  thine 

ear; 

O,  rend  the  heavens  this  favour'd  hour, 
Let  us  now  feel  thy  saving  power. 

HYMN  220.  (C.  M.) 

BEGIN,  my  tongue,  the    heavenly 
strain; 
Awake,  my  heart,  and  sing, 
The  gracious  work  and  saving  name 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 
And  sound  his  power  abroad; 

Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  salvation  from  the  Lord 
To  wretched,  dying  men; 

His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engraved  as  in  eternal  brass, 
The  mighty  promise  shines; 

Nor  can  the  powers  of  darkness  raze 
Those  everlasting  lines. 

5  Yes,  ev'ry  word  of  grace  is  strong 
As  that  which  built  the  skies; 

The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

6  Jesus,  unchangeable,  the  same, 
My  confidence,  my  boast; 

Thou  wilt  not  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 


HYMN  221,  222,  223,  224,  225. 


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77.     BEFORE  LECTURE  OR  EX- 
POSITION OF  SCRIPTURE. 
HYMN  221.  (C.  M.) 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  in- 
spire, 
Let  us  thy  influence  prove  ; 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire, 
Fountain  of  life  and  love. 

2  Come,  Holy   Ghost,  for,  moved  by 

thee, 
The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke  ; 
Unlock  the  truth,  thyself  the  key, 
Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3  Expand  thy  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ; 

On  our  disordered  spirits  move, 
And  let  there  now  be  light. 

4  God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall 

know, 
If  thou  within  us  shine  ; 
And  sound,  with  all  thy  saints  below, 
The  depths  of  love  divine. 
HYMN  222.  (II.  4.) 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  ; 
The  gladly  solemn  sound 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home! 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God ; 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 

Redemption  by  his  blood 
Through  all  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year,  &c. 

3  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 
Your  heritage  above, 

Come,  take  it  back  unbought; 
The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year,  &c. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive  ; 

And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell ; 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 
The  year,  &c. 

5  The  gospel  trumpet  hear; 
The  news  of  pard'ning  grace; 

Ye  happy  souls  draw  near ; 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year,  &c. 

6  Jesus,  our  great  high  priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made ; 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mourning  souls  be  glad  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

TOPLADY. 

HYMN  223.  (L.  M.) 

O!   every  one  that  thirsts,  draw 
nigh, 
Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race  ; 


Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy. 
Buy    wine,   and    milk,   and    gospel 
grace. 

2  Ye  nothing  in  exchange  can  give  ; 
Leave  all  ye  have  and  are  behind ; 

Freely  the  gift  of  God  receive  ; 
Pardon  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

3  Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  ! 
Sinners,  obey  your  Maker's  voice  ; 

Return,  ye  weary  wanderers,  home, 
And  in  redeeming  love  rejoice. 


HYMN  224. 


(C.  M.) 


LO,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
To  our  believing  eyes! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  "pass'd  away, 

And  the  old  rolling  skies  : 
2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God 
resides, 
That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorn'd  with  shining  grace. 
Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 
And  the  bright  armies  sing  ; 
Mortals  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King! 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 
Removes  his  blest  above  : 

Men,  the  dear  object  of  his  love, 
And  he  their  gracious  God. 

5  "His  own  blest  hand  shall  wipe  the 

tears 
From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and 

fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay? 

Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


H 


HYMN  225. 


(C.  M.) 


KEEP  silence,  all  created  things, 
And  wait  your  Maker's  nod; 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she 
sings 
The  honours  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds 

unknown, 
Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave — to  be. 

3  Chain'd  to  his  throne  a  volume  lies, 
With  all  the  fates  of  men, 

With  ev'ry  angel's  form  and  size 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 
And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 

Each  op'ning  leaf,  and  ev'ry  stroke, 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 


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HYMN  226,  227,  228,  229,  230. 


5  Here,  1m  exalte  neglected  worms 
To  sceptres  and  a  crown  ; 

And  there,  the  following  page  he  turns, 

And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 
Nor  God  the  reason  gives  ; 

Nor  dares  the  fav'rite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 

7  In  thy  fair  hook  of  life  and  grace, 
O,  may  1  find  my  name. 

Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 

Beneath  my  Lord — the  Lamb. 

HYMN  226.  (L.  M.) 

BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to 
death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 
Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command; 

Nature  must  count  her  sold  hut  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints. 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 

Is  hut  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  he  vain  ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 

Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 
HYMN  2-27.  (L.  M.) 

MY  Bong  shall  hless  the  Lord  of  all. 
My  praise  shall  climb  to  his  abode; 
Thee,  Saviour,  by  that  name  I  call, 
The  great  .Supreme,  the  mighty  God. 

2  Without  beginning  or  decline. 
Object  of  faith,  and  not  of  sense  ; 

Eternal  ages  saw  him  shine, 
He  shines  eternal  ages  hence. 

3  As  much  as  when  in  the  manger  laid. 
Almighty  Ruler  of  the  sky, 

As  when  the  six  days'  work  he  made 
Fill'd  all  the  morning  stars  with  joy. 

4  Of  all  the  crowns  Jehovah  bears. 
Salvation  is  his  dearest  claim  ; 

That  gracious  sound  well  pleased  he 
hears, 
And  owns  Immanuel  for  his  name. 

5  A  cheerful  confidence  I  feel. 

My  well-placed  hopes  with  joy  I  see, 
My  bosom  glows  with  heavenly  zeal 
To  worship  him  who  died  for  me. 
HYMN  228.  (C.  M.f 

BEING  of  beings,  God  of  love. 
To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise  ; 
Thy  all-sustaining  power  we  prove, 

And  gladly  sing  thy  praise. 
2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  pant  to  be, 
Our  sacrifice  receive ; 


Made,   and   preserved,  and   saved  hv 
thee. 
To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 

:<  Heav'nward  our  every  wish  aspires, 

Tor  all  thy  mercy's  store  ; 
The  sole  return  thy  love  requires, 

Is  that  we  ask  for  more. 

4  For  more  we  ask  ;  we  open  then 
Our  hearts  t'  embrace  thy  will  ; 

Turn,  and  be<:ct  us.  Lord,  again; 
With  all  thy  fulness  fill. 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghost,   the    Saviour's 

love 
Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad  ; 
So  shall  we  ever  live  and  move, 
And  be  with  Christ  in  God. 
///.     INFLUENCE  OF  THE 
SPIRIT. 
HYMN  229.  (S.  M.) 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  From  the  celestial  hills 
Life,  light,  and  joy  dispense, 

And  may  I  daily,  hourly  feel 
Thy  quick'ning  influence. 

3  Melt,  melt  this  frozen  heart, 
This  stubborn  will  subdue  ; 

Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

4  Mine  will  the  blessing  be  ; 
Hut  thine  shall  be  the  praise  ; 

And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 

The  remnant  of  my  days. 

HYMN  230.  (III.  5.) 

QAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
^    Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  » 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 

Unless  thou  return  again  : 
Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  hieh  ; 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 

Ev'ry  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

2  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourish'd, 
Ev'ry  part  look'I  gay  and  green  ; 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  noniisli'il, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 

But  a  droutrht  has  since  succeeded, 
And  a  sad  decline  we  see ; 

Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed — 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

3  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 
Fill'd  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth  » 

Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars. 

Bright  examples  of  our  youth'? 
Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below  ; 
Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted, 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 


HYMN  231,  2325  233,  234,  235,  236. 


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4  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers; 
Lei  each  one  esteem' d  thy  servant 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares ; 
Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 
HYMN  231.  (C.  M.) 

COME.  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire — 
This  one  great  gift  impart — 
What  most  I  need,  and  most  desire, 
An  humble,  holy  heart. 

2  Bear  witness  that  I'm  born  again, 
My  many  sins  forgiven  : 

Nor  let  a  gloomy  doubt  remain 
To  cloud  my  hope  of  heaven. 

3  More  of  myself  grant  I  may  know, 
From  sin's  deceit  be  free, 

In  all  the  Christian  graces  grow, 
And  live  alone  to  thee. 

HYMN  232.  (II.  3.) 

Prayer  for  Assurance. 

COME,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire, 
Bear  witness  that  I'm  horn  again  ; 
Come  and  baptize  me.  Lord,  with  fire, 

Nor  let  a  cloud  of  doubt  remain. 
Give  me  the  sense  of  sins  forgiven. 
Sweet  foretaste  of  approaching  heaven. 
2  O  give  me  now  a  gracious  seal, 

That  ascertains  the  kingdom  mine  ; 
True  holiness  I  long  to  feel, 

The  signature  of  love  divine; 
O  shed  it  in  my  heart  abroad, 
Fulness  of  love,  of  heaven,  of  God. 
HYMN  233.  (III.  3.) 

LOVE  Divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ; 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  longing  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  spirit 
Into  every  troubled  breast ! 

Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest. 

Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 
Serve  thee  as  thine  hosts  above  ; 

Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing. 
Glory  in  thy  boundless  love. 

3  Finish,  then,  thy  new  creation, 
Fure,  unspotted,  may  we  be  ; 

Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  in  thee. 
Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place  ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

Whitefield. 


HYMN  234.  (L.  M.) 

COME.  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind. 
And  lit  me  to  approach  my  God  ; 
Remove    each    vain,    each    worldly 
thought. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 
A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 

O  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame, 
Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

3  A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart. 
And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see  : 

O   soothe    and   cheer   each   burden'd 
heart, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee. 
HYMN  235. 
Revival. 

OUR  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 
Cemented,  join'd  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one 
voice  ; 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun  : 
Our  hearts  have  often  burn'd  within. 

And  glow'd  with  sacred  fire. 
While    Jesus    spoke,    and    fed,    and 
bless'd. 
And  fill'd  th'  enlarged  desire. 
Chorus. 
"A  Saviour!"  let  creation  sing, 
"A  Saviour!"  let  all  heaven  ring; 
'Tis  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours. 
His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours  : 
'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er; 
We're    joining    those    who've    gone 

before  ; 
We  soon  shall  reach  the  blissful  shore 
Where  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 
The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  : 

We  wait  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain  : 

A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows, 
But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 

O  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth. 
Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 
Chorus.     "A  Saviour!"  &c. 

3  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up, 
And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown. 

When   all   thy  "sparkling   gems   shall 
shine, 
Proclaim'd  by  thee  thine  own  ; 
May  we.  a  little  band  of  love, 
We  sinners,  saved  by  grace. 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

Chorus.     "A  Saviour!"  &c. 

IV     AWAKENING  AND 

INVITING. 

HYMN  236.  (L.  M.) 

OT1ME.  how  few  thy  value  weigh, 
How  few  will  estimate  a  day  ! 


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HYMN  237,  238,  239,  240,  241. 


Days,  months,  and  years  are  rolling  on,  | 
The  soul  neglected  and  undone. 

2  In  painful  cares,  or  empty  joys, 
Our  life  its  precious  hours  destroys  ; 
Whilst  death  stands  watching  at  our 

side, 
Eager  to  stop  the  living  tide. 

3  Was  it  for  this,  ye  mortal  race, 
Your  Maker  gave  you  here  a  place  ? 
Was  it  for  this  his  thoughts  design'd 
The  frame  of  your  immortal  mind  ? 

4  For  nobler  cares,  for  joys  sublime, 
He  fashion'd  all  the  sons  of  time  ; 
Pilgrims  on  earth,  but  soon  to  be 
The  heirs  of  immortality. 

HYMN  237.  (C.  M.) 

AH!  who  can  speak  the  vast  dismay 
That  fills  the  sinner's  mind, 
When,  torn  by  death's  strong  hand 
away, 
He  leaves  his  all  behind ! 

2  Worldlings  who  cleave  to  earthly 

things, 
But  are  not  rich  to  God, 
Will  feel  that  death  is  full  of  stings, 
And  hell  a  dark  abode. 

3  How  blinded  mortals  fondly  scheme 
For  happiness  below, 

Till  death  destroys  the  pleasing  dream, 
And  they  awake  to  woe. 

4  O  Saviour,  make  us  timely  wise, 
Thy  gospel  to  attend  ; 

That  we  may  live  above  the  skies, 
When  time  and  life  shall  end. 

Newton. 
HYMN  238.  (L.  M.) 

LIFE    is    the    hour  that  God   hath 
given 
To  'scape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven; 
The  day  of  grace  ;  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

2  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue  ; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor    faith,    nor    hope,    beneath    the 

ground. 

3  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'd 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste  ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

HYMN  239.  (II.  1.) 

AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  gihlt  and  thrall  I  found 
And  knew  not  where  to  go ; 
Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  in  endless  woe. 
2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 


For  death  and  hell  drew  near. 

1  strove,  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain ; 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 

A  vast,  oppressive  load. 
Alas !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  feel  the  wrath  of  God  ! 

4  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

5  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Nazareth  pass'd  that  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move — 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now,  by  his  grace,  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  240.  (L.  M.) 

SAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, 
It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call, 

It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 
Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind , 

That  call  thou  mayst  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 
With  harden'd,  self-destroying  men ; 

Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

5  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 

O,   shouldst    thou    grieve    him   now 
away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

HYMN  241.  (II.  4.) 

YE  dying  sons  of  men, 
Immerged  in  sin  and  woe, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 

Which  Jesus  sends  to  you : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 
No  vain  excuses  frame ; 

He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame ; 
All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  come ! 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  CompelPd  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wand'ring  souls  draw  near ; 


HYMN  242,  243,  244,  245. 


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Christ  calls  you  from  above — 
His  charming  accents  hear  ! 
Let  whosoever  will  now  come  ; 
In  mercy's  arms  there  still  is  room. 

HYMN  242.  (III.  5.) 

COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus,  ready,  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power ; 

He  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify  ; 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  you  nigh : 
Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger; 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  : 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him ; 

This  he  gives  you  : 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall, 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him : 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finish'd!" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  1 

6  Lo !  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 
Pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  freely ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

7  Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 

While  the  blissful  courts  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Hallelujah! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

HYMN  243.  (S.  M.) 

AND  can  I  yet  delay 
My  little"  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 
For  Jesus  to  receive  1 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield ! 
I  can  hold  out  no  more  : 

I  sink,  by  dying  love  compell'd, 
And  own  thee  conqueror ! 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake, 
My  friends,  my  all  resign  : 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  O,  take, 
And  seal  me  ever  thine .' 


4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 
Nor  hence  again  remove  : 

Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul, 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

5  My  one  desire  be  this, 
Thy  only  love  to  know, 

To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, 
No  other  good  below. 

HYMN  244.  (II.  4.) 

ARISE,  my  soul,  arise, 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  He  ever  lives  above, 
For  me  to  intercede  ; 

His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

3  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 
Received  on  Calvary, 

They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me. 
Forgive  him,  O,  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die  '. 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
His  dear  anointed  one, 

He  cannot  turn  away, 

The  presence  of  his  Son, 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me,  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  My  God  is  reconciled. 

His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear, 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear  ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

HYMN  245.  (II.  1.) 

THOU  God  of  glorious  majesty, 
To  thee,  against  myself,  to  thee, 
A  worm  of  earth  I  cry  ; 
A  half-awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endless  bliss  or  pain, 
A  sinner  born  to  die. 

2  Lo!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand  ; 

Yet,  how  insensible. 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

3  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert. 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart 

Eternal  things  impress, 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  e'er  it  be  too  late, 

Awake  to  righteousness. 

4  Before  me  place  in  bright  array 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 


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HYMN  246,  247,  248,  249,  250. 


When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell,  me  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom. 

5  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above, 
Whore  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love. 

HYMN  246.  (C.  M.) 

SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 
His  mercy  speaks  to-day, 
He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 

From  sin's  destructive  way. 
2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 

Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 
4  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell 

Why  will  you  persevere  ? 
Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 

Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 
4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  "> 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 

To  reap  eternal  wo ! 

HYMN  247.  (III.  1.) 

SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure  * 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hands  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared  ! 
Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  ! 

For  his  judgment  stand  prepared, 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 
Earth,  affrighted,  hastes  to  flee  ; 

Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ! 

4  Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 
You,  that  glory  in  your  shame  1 

Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 

Wlien  the  world  is  wrapt  in  flame  1 

5  Lord  prepare  us  by  thy  grace  ! 
Soon  we  must  resign  bur  breath, 

And  our  souls  be  called  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 
Listen  to  the  gospel  voire, 

Seek  the  thines  that  are  above, 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 
Newton 


HYMN  248. 


(C.  M.) 


VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear, 
Repent!  thy  end  is  nigh; 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far— 
O,  think  before  thou  die  ! 

2  Reflect,  thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  : 
Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount! 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave? 
How  stands  that  dread  account  ? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence, 
His  time  there's  none  can  tell ; 

He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven — or  to  hell ! 

4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 
Shall  crawling  worms  consume  : 

But,  ah !  destruction  stops  not  there — 
Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 

5  To-day  the  gospel  calls,  to-day, 
Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you; 

Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 

HYMN  249.  (L.  M.) 

WHILE  life  prolongs   its  precious 
light, 
Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given, 
But  soon,  ah,  soon !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  ev'ry  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  bless'd  the 

day! 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming 
sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  O.  haste  away. 
While  yet  a  pard'ning  God  is  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's   most  rapid 

wing, 
Shall  death  command  you    to  the 

grave ; 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair. 
No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall 

ri*e, 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

HYMN  250.  (III.  5.) 

SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  mes- 
sage, 
Sent,  in  mercy,  from  above  1 
Every  sentence",  O,  how  tender  ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  ; 

Listen  to  it : 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 
2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel. 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim 
To  each  rebel  sinner.  Pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  1 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name. 


HYMN  251,  252,  253,  254,  255. 


3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  suc- 

cour, 
Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears, 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears  : 

Tender  heralds. 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 
Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 

Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord? 

Can  you  slight  it, 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lordl 

5  O,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 

Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay: 

Rebel  sinners. 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

HYMN  251.  (C.  M.) 

THERE    is  a    fountain    fill'd    with 
blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins, 
And    sinners    plunged    beneath   that 
flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day, 

And  there  may  I,  tho'  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear,  dying  lamb,  thy  precious  blood, 
Shall  never  lose  its  power. 

Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 

Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

When  this   poor  lisping,  stammering 
tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

Cowper. 
HYMN  252.  (L.  M.) 

The  Young  Invited. 

TO-DAY,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your 
choice  ; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

2  Ye  wand'ring  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  bless'd  ? 
Will  you  be  saved  from  sin  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  ? 

3  Come    now,   dear    youth,  for   ruin 

bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Chri&t's  redeeming  love. 


4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name — 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same — 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no? 

5  Leave  all  your  sports  and  glittering 
toys, 

Come,  share  with  us  eternal  joys  ; 
Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell  ? 
Then  dear  young  friends,  a  long  fare- 
well. 

HYMN  253.  (III.  1.) 

SO  VER  EIGN  grace  hath  power  alone 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone; 
And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified. 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died  ; 
One,  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoff'd  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death  ; 
Perish'd,  as  too  many  do, 

With  a  Saviour  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touch'd  with  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case  ; 

Faith  received  to  own  his  Lord, 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorr'd. 

5  "Lord,"  he  cries,  "remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be  :" 
"Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 
"Thou  shalt  rest  in  Paradise." 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed; 
Grace  bestow'd  in  time  of  need! 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
You  will  find  him  still  the  same. 

Newton. 
HYMN  254. 

CHILD  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Fill'd  with  dismay, 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day ; 

Heav'n  bids  thee  come, 

While  yet  there's  room  ; 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Hear  and  obey. 
2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow 

Help  from  on  high  : 

Grieve  not  that  love, 

Which  from  above, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow. 

Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

HYMN  255.  (III.  1) 

COME,  ye  weary  souls,  oppress'd, 
Find  in  Christ  the  promised  rest ; 
On  him  all  your  burdens  roll, 
He  can  wound,  and  he  make  whole. 
2  Ye  who  dread  the  wrath  of  God, 
Come  and  wash  in  Jesus'  blood; 


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HYMN  256,  257,  258,  259. 


To  the  Son  of  David  cry, 
In  his  word  he's  passing  by. 
3  Naked,  guilty,  poor,  and  blind, 
All  your  wants  in  Jesus  find ; 
This  the  day  of  mercy  is, 
Now  accept  the  prorfer'd  bliss. 
HYMN  256.  (IV.  4.) 

OTURN  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will 
you  die, 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so 

nigh? 
Lo,  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says, 

Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome 
you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while 

you  delay, 
Your  hearts  will  grow  better  by  staying 

away ! 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come 

just  as  you  be, 
While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing 

so  free. 

3  That  Christ  is  now  ready  your  souls 

to  receive, 
O  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will 

believe  ? 
If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you 

delay? 
'Tis  you  he  bids  welcome  ;  he  bids  you 

to-day. 

4  In  riches,  or  pleasures,  what  can  you 

obtain, 
To  soothe  your  afflictions,  or  banish 

your  pain  ? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summon'd 

to  die, 
Or  waft  vou  to  mansions  of  glory  on 

high? 

5  Why  will  you  be  starving  and  feed 

ing  on  air  ? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to 

spare ; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial 

and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless 

and  free. 

6  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the 

Saviour  your  heart, 
And  trusting  in  Jesus,  we  never  shall 

part: 
O  how  can  we  leave  you!  why  will 

you  not  come  ? 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be 

at  home. 

HYMN  257.  (C.  M.) 

COME,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose 
breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  op 
preps'd. 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 


2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 

1  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  '-I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives  ; 

Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 

But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 
I  am  resolved  to  try; 

For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die." 

HYMN  258.  (C.  M.) 

ALAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  God  the  mighty  Maker  died, 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

5  But  floods  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  lower 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  a  wav, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN  259.  (S.  M.) 

Submission. 

AH  !  whither  should  I  go, 
Burden'd,  and  sick,  and  feint ; 
To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 

2  My  Saviour  bids  me  come ; 
Ah!  why  do  I  delay? 

He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay. 

3  What  is  it  keeps  me  back. 
From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 

Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 
Possession  of  my  heart? 

4  Jesus  !  the  hind'rance  show, 
Which  I  have  fear'd  to  see  ; 

And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 


HYMN  260,  261,  262,  263,  264,  265. 


101 


5  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
Thy  saving  power  display  ; 
Into  its  darkest  corner  shine, 
And  take  the  veil  away. 

HYMN  260.  (C.  M.) 

Yielding-. 

HOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 
Our  sin,  how  deep  its  stains ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  souls 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  : 

Ho !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

3  My  soul  obeys  the  gracious  call, 
And  runs  to  this  relief: 

1  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord! 
O  help  my  unbelief. 

4  To  the  bless'd  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 

Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 

5  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm, 
Into  thy  arms  I  fall ; 

Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

HYMN  261.  (III.  5.) 

The  Surrender. 

WELCOME,    welcome,    dear    Re- 
.  deemer, 
Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine  : 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender ; 
Every  power  and  thought  be  thine, 

Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  thine. 

2  Known  to  all  shall  be  thy  mansion, 
Earth  and  hell  will  disappear ; 

Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 
When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near  : 

Shout,  O  Zion  ! 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here ! 
V.     PRAYER. 
HYMN  262.  (S.  M.) 

THE  praying  spirit  breathe, 
The  watching  power  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath, 
Call  off  my  peaceful  heart ; 

2  My  feeble  mind  sustain, 

By  worldly  thoughts  oppress'd  ; 
Appear,  and' bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

3  Swift  to  my  rescue  come, 
Thine  own  this  moment  seize  ; 

Gather  my  wand'ring  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace. 

4  Suffer'd  no  more  to  rove 
O'er  all  the  earth  abroad, 

Arrest  the  pris'ner  of  thy  love, 
And  shut  me  up  in  God. 


HYMN  263. 


(C.  M.) 

LORD,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 
With  rev'rence  and  with  fear; 
Though  dust  and  ashes  in  thy  sight, 

We  may,  we  must  draw  near : 
We  perish  if  we  cease  from  prayer, 

O  grant  us  power  to  pray  ; 
And,  when  to  meet  thee  we  prepare, 
Lord,  meet  us  by  the  way. 

2  Burthen'd  with  guilt,  convinced  of 

sin, 

In  weakness,  want,  and  woe, 
Fightings  without,  and  fear  within, 

Lord,  whither  shall  we  go  ? 
God  of  all  grace,  we  comedo  thee, 

For  broken,  contrite  hearts  : 
Give  what  thine  eye  delights  to  see, 

Truth  in  the  inward  parts. 

3  Give  deep  humility,— the  sense 
Of  godly  sorrow  give,— 

A  strong  desiring  confidence 

To  see  thy  face  and  live ; 
Faith  in  the  only  sacrifice 

That  can  for  sin  atone, 
To  cast  our  hopes,  to  fix  our  eyes, 

On  Christ — on  Christ  alone  ; 

4  Patience  to  watch,  and  wait,  and 

weep, 

Though  mercy  long  delay, — 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep, 

And  trust  thee,  though  thou  stay  : 
Give  these,  and  then  thy  will  be  done  ; 

Thus  strengthen'd  with  all  might, 
We,  by  thy  Spirit  through  thy  Son, 

Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 

HYMN  264.  (L.  M.) 

PRAYER  was  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give  : 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians 
pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2  If  pains  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 
If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay, 

If  guilt  deject,  or  sins  distress, 
The  remedy's  before  thee — pray. 

3  'Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that's 

weak; 
Though  thought  be  broken,  language 
lame, 
Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak, 
But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus'  name. 

HYMN  265.  (III.  1.) 

COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 
2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring, 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 


102 


HYMN  26G,  267,  268,  269,  270. 


3  With  my  harden  I  begin. 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  L'uilt 

4  Lord,  I  cnmi!  to  thee  for  rest. 
Take  possession  of  my  breast  ; 
There,  thy   Mood-bought  right   main- 
tain, 

And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 
As  my  guide,  my  guard,  my  friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 
f>  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  iife  of  faith, 
Let  me  die  thy  people's  death. 

Newton. 
HYMN  266.  (S.  M.) 

BEHOLD  the  throne  of  grace! 
The  promise  calls  me  near; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  gracious  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  That  rich,  atoning  blood. 
Which  sprinkled  round  I  see, 

Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God, 
An  all-prevailing  plea. 

3  My  soul,  ask  what  thou  wilt, 
Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold  ; 

Since  his  own  blood  for  thee  he  spilt, 
What  else  can  he  withhold  ? 
HYMN  267.  (S.  M.) 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

OUR  Heavenly  Father,  hear 
The  prayer  we  offer  now. 
Thy  name  be  hallow'd  far  and  near, 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will 
On  earth  be  done  in  love. 

As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply. 
While  by  thy  word  we  live ; 

The  guilt  of  our  iniquity, 
Forgive  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power, 
From  Satan's  wiles  defend, 

Deliver  in  this  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine  then  for  ever  be 
Glory  and  power  divine  ; 

The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine. 
HYMN  268.  (L.  M.) 

WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy  seat ! 
Yet.   who   that    knows   the    worth   of 

prayer. 
But  wishes  to  he  often  there. 


2  Prayer   makes   the   darkened  cloud 
withdraw, 

Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw  ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  anil  love. 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining    praver,    we    cease    to 
fight- 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armour 

bright  ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

1  Have    you    no    words'?     Ah,    think 
again  ! 

Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow  creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly 

spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 
Your  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be. 
"Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  for 
me." 

Cowper. 
HYMN  269.  (III.  5.) 

JESUS,  full  of  all  compassion, 
Hear  thy  humble  suppliants  cry; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation. 
See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 
Overwhelm' d  with  helpless  grief, 

Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting, 
Send,  O  send  me  quick  relief! 

3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying. 
But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ) 

Whither,  from  the  dead  or  dying, 
But  to  him  who  ever  lives? 

4  Saved— the  deed  shall  spread  new 
glory 

Through  the  shining  realms  above  ; 
Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 

All  enraptured  with  thy  love. 
HYMN  270.  (L.  M.) 

OHOW  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive  ; 
iO    Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  sur- 
pass 

The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin. 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean; 
Here,  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips,  with  shame,  my  sins  confess. 
Against  thy  law, against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  se- 
vere, 

I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 


HYMN  271,  272,  273,  274,  275,  276. 


103 


5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my 

breath, 

1  must  pronounce  thee  just,  in  death  : 
And  if  my  smil  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  thy 

word. 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise 

there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

HYMN  271.  (III.  1.) 

IN  themselves  as  weak  as  worms, 
How  can  poor  believers  stand, 
When  temptations,  foes,  and  storms, 
Press  them  close  on  every  hand  ? 

2  Weak  indeed  they  feel  they  are, 
But  they  know  the  throne  of  grace  ; 

And  the  God  who  answers  prayer, 
Helps  them  when  they  seek  liis  face. 

3  Though  the  Lord  awhile  delay, 
Succour  they  at  length  obtain  ; 

He  who  taught  their  hearts  to  pray, 
Will  not  let  them  cry  in  vain. 

4  Wrestling  prayer  can  wonders  do, 
Bring  relief  in  deepest  straits  ; 

Prayer  can  force  a  passage  through 
Iron  bars  and  brazen  gates. 

HYMN  272.  (S.  M.) 

OTHOIT,  that  wouldst  not  have 
One  wretched  sinner  die, 
Who  diedst  thyself  my  soul  to  save 

From  endless  misery ! 

Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe, 
That  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 

I  may  with  joy  appear. 
2  Thou  art  thyself  the  way  ; 

Thyself  in  me  reveal ; 
So  shall  I  spend  my  life's  short  day 

Obedient  to  thy  will : 

So  shall  I  love  my  God, 

Because  he  first  loved  me. 
And  praise  thee  in  thy  bright  abode, 

To  all  eternity. 

HYMN  273.  (III.  1.) 

Sabbath  Morning-  Prayer  Meeting. 

SAFELY  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day : 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best; 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 
2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciled  face  ; 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 


3  When  we  meet,  thy  name  to  praise, 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near : 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes 

While  we  in  thy  bouse  appear; 
There  afford  us.  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound; 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints  : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 
V.     JUSTIFICATION. 
HYMN  274.  (L.  M.) 

FROM  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease, 
For  God  alone  can  give  me  peace  ; 
Fruitless  my  toil,  and  vain  my  care, 
Of  my  own  strength  I  must  despair. 

2  Lord,  I  despair  myself  to  heal ; 
I  see  my  sins,  but  cannot  feel 
True  sorrow,  till  thy  Spirit  show 
My  unbelief,  the  source  of  woe. 

3  'Tis  thine  alone  to  change  this  heart ; 
Thou  only  canst  good  gifts  impart ; 

I  therefore  will  my  heart  resign 

To  thee  :  O  cleanse,  and  seal  it  thine. 

4  With  humble  faith  on  thee  I  call, 
My  light,  my  life,  my  Lord,  my  all ; 
I  wait  the  moving  of  the  pool ; 

1  wait  the  word  that  speaks  me  whole. 

5  Speak,  gracious  Lord,  my  sickness 

cure, 
Make  my  infected  nature  pure  ; 
Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy  impart, 
And  give  thyself  unto  my  heart. 

Moravian. 
HYMN  275.  (C.  M.) 

THE   gospel  comes   with  welcome 
news 
Of  pardon  full  and  free  ; 
Their  various   schemes  while   others 
choose, 
Saviour,  we  come  to  thee. 

2  Of  merit  never  can  we  speak, 
For  merit  have  we  none  ; 

But  justified  for  Jesus'  sake, 
We're  saved  by  grace  alone. 

3  'Twas   grace   our  wayward   hearts 

first  won. 
'Tis  grace  that  holds  us  fast; 
Grace  will  complete  the  work  begun, 
And  save  us  at  the  last. 

4  Then  shall  our  souls,  with  rapture, 

trace 
The  love  that  set  us  free, 
And  celebrate  redeeming  grace 
Through  all  eternity. 

HYMN  276.  (L.  M.) 

NO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more, 
Of  all  the"  duties  I  have  done  ; 


104 


HYMN  277,  278,  279. 


1  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now  trusting  to  his  sacred  name, 
What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  loss ; 

My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes  ;  and  till  death  I  will  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 

O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake  ! 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 

But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

HYMN  277.  (IV.  3.) 

Saved  by  Grace. 

IN  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and 
praise, 
Ye  pilgrims  for  Zion  who  press, 
Break  forth  and  extol  the  great  Ancient 
of  days, 
His  rich  and  distinguishing  grace. 

2  His  love,  from  eternity  fix'd  upon 

you, 

Broke  forth  and  discover'd  its  flame, 
When  each  with  the  cords  of  his  kind- 
ness he  drew, 

And  brought  you  to  love  his  great 
name. 

3  O  had  not  he  pitied  the  state  you 

were  in, 
Your  bosoms  his  love  had  ne'er  felt ; 
You  all  would  have  lived,  would  have 

died  too  in  sin, 
And  sunk  with  the  load  of  your  guilt. 

4  What  was  there  in  you  that  could 

merit  esteem, 
Or  give  the  Creator  delight? 
'Twas  "Even  so,  Father,"  you  ever 
must  sing, 
"Because  it    seem'd    good    in    thy 
sight." 

5  'Twas    all  of  thy  grace  we  were 

brought  to  obey; 
While  others  were  suffer'd  to  go 
The  road  which  by  nature  we  chose 
as  our  way, 
That  leads  to  the  regions  of  woe. 

6  Then  give  all  the  glory  to  his  holy 

name, 
To  him  all  the  glory  belongs ; 
Be  yours  the  high  joy  still  to  sound 

forth  his  fame, 
And  crown  him  in  each  of  your  songs 

HYMN  278. 

ALL  ye  that  pass  by, 
To  Jesus  draw  nigh, 
To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should 
die? 


Your  ransom  and  peace, 
Your  surety  be  is  ; 
Come  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like 
his. 

2  For  what  you  have  done 
His  blood  must  atone  ; 

The  Father  hath  punish'd  for  you  his 
dear  .Son  : 
The  Lord,  in  the  day 
Of  his  anger,  did  lay 
Your  sins  on  the  Lamb,  and  he  bore 
them  away. 

3  For  you,  and  for  me, 
He  pray'd  on  the  tree  ; 

The  prayer  is  accepted,  the  sinner  is 
free  : 
That  sinner  am  I, 
Who  on  Jesus  rely, 
And  come  for  the  pardon  God  cannot 
deny. 

4  My  pardon  I  claim, 
For  a  sinner  I  am ; 

A  sinner  believing  in  Jesus's  name  : 

He  purchased  the  grace 

Which  now  I  embrace  : 
O  Father,  thou  know'st  he  has  died  in 
my  place. 

5  Love  moved  him  to  die  ; 
On  this  I  rely  ; 

My  Saviour  hath  loved  me,  I  cannot 
tell  why: 
But  this  thing  I  find, 
We  two  are  so  join'd, 
He'll  not  be  in  glory  and  leave  me 
behind. 

6  With  joy  we  approve 
The  plan  of  his  love, 

A  wonder    to    all    both    below    and 
above : 
When  time  is  no  more, 
We  still  shall  adore 
That  ocean  of  love  without  bottom  or 
shore. 


HYMN  279. 


(S.  M.) 


MY  former  hopes  are  fled, 
My  terror  now  begins  ; 

1  feel,  alas !  that  I  am  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 
I  hear  the  thunder  roar ; 

The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 
I  dread  impending  doom  : 

But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimm'ring  from  afar ; 


Hi'MN   280,  2S1,  282,  283,  281. 


A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me 

To  save  me  from  despair. 
5  Forerunner  of  the  Sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way ; 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

Cowper. 
HYMN  2S0.  (C.  M.) 

HOW  long  beneath  the  law  I  lay 
In  bondage  and  distress  ! 

1  toil'd  the  precept  to  obey, 
But  toil'd  without  success. 

2  Then,  all  my  servile  works  were  done 
A  righteousness  to  raise  ; 

Now,  freely  chosen  in  the  Son, 
I  freely  choose  his  ways. 

3  To  see  the  law  by  Christ  fulfill'd, 
And  hear  his  pard'ning  voice, 

Will  change  a  slave  into  a  child, 
And  duty  into  choice. 

HYMN  281.  (C.  M.) 

I  WAS  alive  without  the  law, 
In  fancied  peace  secure, 

1  felt  no  fear,  no  danger  saw, 
And  thought  salvation  sure. 

2  But  when  to  my  awaken' d  soul 
The  law  its  power  applied, 

Then  sin  revived  before  my  eyes, 
And  I,  beholding,  died. 

3  Death  is  the  wages  I  have  earn'd, 
The  just  desert  of  sin  ; 

Alas  !  my  life  is  vile  without, 
And  vile  my  heart  within. 

4  O,  who  can  free  my  troubled  mind 
From  sin's  oppressive  load  ? 

O  wretched  man !  how  shall  I  find 
Acceptance  with  my  God  ? 

5  My  soul  with  transport  turns  to  thee, 
To  thee,  my  Saviour,  turns  ; 

Cleansed  by  thy  blood,  and  saved  by 
grace, 
My  soul  no  longer  mourns. 
HYMN  282.  (L.  M.) 

WHO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  con 
demn  ? 
'Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls, 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell "? 
'Tis   Christ   that    suffer'd    in  their 

stead ; 
And  their  salvation  to  fulfil, 
Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead! 

3  He  lives  '.  he  lives  !  and  sits  above, 
For  ever  interceding  there, 

Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love  1 
Or  who  shall  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 
Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  1 


105 


He  that  hath  loved  us.  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conq'rors, 
too. 
5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power, 

It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour, 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  hope,  our  joy, 
Nor  can  we  sink,  for  he  is  nigh. 
Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  powers  on  high,  nor   powers 
below, 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 
Or  wean  our  hearts  from  him  we 
love. 

HYMN  283.  (III.  1.) 

Perseverance. 

HARK !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour;  hear  his  word; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee  : 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me1? 

2  "I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 
And  when  wounded,heal'd  thy  wound; 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  1 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?" 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore  ; 
O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 

Cowper. 


HYMN  284. 


(IV.  2.) 


A  DEBTOR  to  mercy  alone, 
Of  covenant  mercy  I  sing; 
Nor  fear  with  thy  righteousness  on, 
My  person  and  off'rings  to  bring. 
The  terrors  of  law  and  of  God, 
By  faith  are  all  taken  away, 
My  Saviour's  obedience  and  blood, 
Hide    all    my    transgressions    from 
view. 
2  The  work  which  his  goodness  began, 
The  arm  of  his  strength  will  com- 
plete ; 
His  promise  is  yea  and  Amen, 

And  never  was  forfeited  yet : 
Things  future  nor  things  that  are  now, 

Nor  all  things  below  nor  above, 

Can  make  him  his  purpose  forego, 

Or  sever  my  soul  from  his  love. 


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HYMN  235,  286,  287,  288,  289. 


3  My   name   from    the   palms    of  his  If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 

j     Ah,  whither  shall  1  go  ? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 

Before  I  drew  my  breath '. 
What  pain,  what  labour,  to  secure 

My  soul  from  endless  death  ! 
i3  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
1  1  now  should  feel  thy  power ; 
Now  in>   poor  soul  thou  woaldst  ie- 

trievi\ 
I     Nor  let  ine  wait  one  hour. 

YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints,      4  Author  of  faith  tn  tm.e  ,  ,ift 
Down  iron,  the  willows  take  ;      |    My  W(;;uv<  longing  eyes  : 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  Christ  our  Lord,   D  |et  I11P  aow  reCeive  that  gift; 


hand* 

Eternity  will  not  erase  ; 
Iinpress'd  on  its  heart  it  remains, 

In  marks  of  indelible  grace. 
Yes,  saints  to  the  end  will  endure, 

As  sure  as  the  earnest  is  given  ; 
More  happy  hut  not  more  secure, 

The  glorified  spirits  in  heaven. 

ToeLADY 

HYMN  285.  (S.  M.) 

rOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 


Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 

And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
We  ev'ry  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  shall  to  the  end 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 

Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  The  time  of  love  will  come, 
When  we  shall  clearly  see, 

Not  only  that  he  shed  his  blood, 
But  each  shall  say  "for  me." 

5  Tarry  his  leisure,  then, 
Wait  the  appointed  hour  ; 

Wait  till  the  bridegroom  of  your  souls,  2  Be   *h°u    ™J  strength,  be  thou  my 


My  soul  without  it  dies. 

5  Surely  thou  canst  not  let  me  die  ; 
O  speak,  and  I  shall  live  ; 

And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 
Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 

6  The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice, 
Could  they  but  see  thy  face : 

0  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice, 
And  taste  thy  pard"ning  grace  ! 

HYMN  288.  (L.  M.) 

MY  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou  ! 
To  thee,  lo.  now.  my  soul  1  how  ; 

1  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  thee,  Saviour,  in  my  heart. 


Reveal  his  love  with  power. 
6  Bless'd  is  the  man,  O  God  ! 

That  stays  himself  on  thee  : 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

TOPLADY. 

VII.    CHR  IS  TMJV  EXPERIENCE. 

HYMN  286.  (C.  M.) 

"Follow  me." 

OFOR  a  single  heart  for  God ! 
To  follow  him  alone, 
Wholly  and  fully  him  to  serve 
Who  did  for  sin  atone. 
Why  should  my  heart  divided  be? 
Thou  art  my  only  Lord. 
Who  didst  create  iiie.  hast  redeem'd,   ITo  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 
And  wilt  thy  help  afford.  HYMN  289.  (C.  M.) 

3  I  cannot  serve  the  Lord  and  sin ;       j  yESUS  hath  died  that  I  might  live, 
I  must  decided  be  ;  J      Might  |ive  to  God  alone  ; 

Tho'  shame,  reproach,  and  loss  attend,  jn  hlm  eternal  life  receive  ; 
By  grace  I  will  serve  thee.  And  be  m  spirit  one. 

4  Unite  my  heart  to  fear  thy  name,       W  Saviour,  I  thank  thee  for  the  grace, 
Let  all  its  powers  be  one  ;  |     The  gift  unspeakable  ; 

Let  love  and  hope,  desire  and  joy,         ;And  wait  witn  arma  ,,t"f;iith  t'  embrace, 
Be  fix'd  for  Christ  alone.  And  all  thy  love  to  feel. 

BlCKERSTETH.'       _.  ._    ,  . 

(3  Give  me  thyself,  from  every  boast, 
HYMN  287.  (C.  M.)  Frnni  evety  wisn  se1  free  ; 

I  RATHER.  I  stretch  mv  hands  tothee,  Let  all  I  am  in  thee  he  lost, 
No  other  help  I  know  ;  |    But  give  thyself  to  ine. 


way, 
Protect   me   through;  my  Jife's    short 

day : 
In  all  my  arts  may  wisdom  guide, 
And  keep  me,  Saviour,  near  thy  side. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me ; 
As  I  have  need,  my  Saviour  be  : 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart. 
Then  clasp  me,  Saviour,  to  thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour. 
Save  me  from  sin  and  Satan's  power; 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne. 
And  reign,  my  Saviour,  reign  alone. 

5  My  sufT'ring  time  shall  soon  be  o'er, 
Then  shall  I  sigh  and  weep  no  more ; 
My  ransom'd  soul  shall  sour  away, 


HYMN  290,  291,  292,  293,  294. 


107 


3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 
Pour'd  out  strong  <  rics  and  tears, 

And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 
But  raise  it  to  a  flame  ; 

The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks. 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 

5  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  power ; 

We  shall  obtain  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 


HYMN  293. 


(L.  M.) 


4  Thy  gifts,  alas  !  cannot  suffice, 

Unless  thyself  be  given  ; 
Thy  presence  makes  my  paradise  ; 

And  where  thou  art  is  heaven. 

HYMN  290.  (L.  M.) 

OGOD,  most  merciful  and  true, 
Thy  nature  to  my  soul  impart ; 
'Siablish  with  me  the  cov'nant  new, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

2  To  real  holiness  restored, 

0  let  me  gain  my  Saviour's  mind, 
And  in  the  knowledge  of  my  Lord, 

Fulness  of  life  eternal  find. 

3  Remember,  Lord,  my  sins  no  more, 
That  them  I  may  no  more  forget, 

But,  sunk  in  guiltless  shame,  adore 

With  speechless  wonder  at  thy  feet.|r0  prove  the  doctrine  aii  divine. 

4  O'erwhelm'd  with  thy  stupendous  2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 

t  *Lrane'  .  •     .u  JThe  honours  of  our  Saviour  God: 

1  shall  not  m  thy  presence  move,        When  his  salvation  reigns  withjn^ 
But  breathe  unutterable  praise,  |And  Bubdues  the  power  of  sin 

And  rapturous  awe,  and  silent  love  '     n*  y 

c  „,  .,         ,  ,  3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied: 

5  Then  every  murmuring  thought  and  Passjon  and  envy,  ,ust  and  pride  . 

While  justice,  temp'rance,  truth,  and 

love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 
4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 

While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And    faith    stands    leaning    on    his 
word. 


SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
.    The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 


Expires,  in  sweet  confusion  lost ; 
I  cannot  of  my  cross  complain, 

I  cannot  of  my  goodness  boast. 
6  Pardon'd  for  all  that  I  have  done, 

My  mouth  as  in  the  dust  I  hide  ; 
And  glory  give  to  God  alone, 

My  God  for  ever  pacified ! 


o 


HYMN  291.  (L.  M.) 

JESUS,  let  thy  dying  cry 


Pierce  to  the  bottom  of  my  heart 
Its  evils  cure,  its  wants  supply, 

And  bid  my  unbelief  depart ! 
2  Slay  the  dire  root  and  seed  of  sin  ; 

Prepare  for  thee  the  holiest  place  ; 
Then,  O  essential  Love,  come  in 


HYMN  294.  (C.  M.) 

WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 
(Alas,  what  numbers  do  !) 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 

''Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too'?" 
2  Ah,  Lord  !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 
Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 


And  fill  thy  house  with  endless  praise.  l  f,el  l  must>  I  sba"  decline, 
,  T    .  ..       .     .,  ,  And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

3  Let  me,  according  to  thv  word,  i 

A  tender,  contrite  heart  receive,        3  Yet  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 
Which  grieves  at  having  grieved  its      To  save  a  wretch  like  me  : 
Lord,  ,To  whom  or  whither  could  I  go, 

And  never  can  itself  forgive  :  j     If  I  should  turn  from  thee  1 

4  A  heart  thy  joys  and  griefs  to  feel,     4  Beyond  a  doubt,  I  rest  assured 
A  heart  that  cannot  faithless  prove  ;      Thou  :irt  the  Christ  of  God  ; 

A  heart  where  Christ  alone  may  dwell,  Who  nast  eternal  life  secured 
All  praise,  all  meekness,  and  all  love.      By  promise  and  by  blood. 


HYMN  292.  (C.  M.) 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  srace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 

His  bowels  melt  with  love. 
2  Touch'd  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 


(6) 


5  No   voice   but   thine   can    give    me 
rest, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 
And  satisfy  my  heart. 

6  What    anguish    has    this    question 
stirr'd, 

If  I  will  also  go  1 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word/ 
humbly  answer,  no ! 


108 


HVMN  295,  296,  297,  298,  299,  300. 


HYMN  295.  [C.  M.] 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Shall  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face, 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  us  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  : 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord, 

To  bear  the  cross,  endure  the  shame, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  The  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
With  faith's  discerning  eye. 
HYMN  296.  (C.  M.) 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthlv 
bliss, 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares  : 

2  Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 
And  lights  the  sacred  fire 

Of  love  to  God  and  heavenly  things 
And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 

3  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  3  No,  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

power,  What  most  I  prize  to  thee  ; 

The  healing  balm  to  give  ;  Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer,      Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

4  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 
Where  deathless  pleasures  reign  ; 

And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 


O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies. 

HYMN  298.  (C.  M.) 

O  COULD  I  find  from  day  to  day, 
A  nearness  to  my  God. 
Then  should  my  hours    glide  sweet 
away. 
And  lean  upon  his  word. 

2  Lord.  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 
Anew  from  day  to  day  ; 

In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  O  Jesus,  come  and  rule  my  heart, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine, 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  breath, 
Thy  goodness  I'll  adore  ; 

And  when  my  flesh  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

HYMN  299.  (C.  M.) 

OLORD  my  best  desires  fulfil 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will. 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

12  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  com- 
mand, 
Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
.Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 


Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain. 

HYMN  297.  (L.  M.) 

I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind 

2  Your    streams     were    floating    me 

along, 
Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair 
And  whilst  I  listen'd  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  e'en  convey*d  me 

there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 

That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous 
seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now,  to  the  shining  realms  above, 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my 
eyes ; 


4  Thy  favor,  all  our  journey  through, 
Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 

What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
Tis  better  still  to  want. 

5  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way, 
Shall  I  resist  them  both! 

A  poor,  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  a  moth. 

6  But  O  !  my  inward  spirit  cries 
Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway  ; 

Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies, 
Will  drive  these  thoughts  away. 

HYMN  300.  (III.  5.) 

OMYr  soul,  what  means  this  sadness? 
Wherefore   art    thou    thus    cast 
down  ? 
Let  thy  grief  be  turn'd  to  gladness; 
Bid  thy  restless  fears  begone  ; 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  name. 
2  What  though  Satan's  strong  tempta- 
tions 
Yex  and  grieve  thpe  day  by  day  ; 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 


HYMN  301,  302,303,  304. 


109 


Often  fill  thee  with  dismay, 

Thou  shalt  conquer, 
Thro'  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee. 
From  without  and  from  within, 

Jesus  saith  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee, 
But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin  : 

He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

4  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee. 
And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road  ; 

His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ;  And  holy  joys  which  never  cease  ! 


Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  heighten  all  the  scene. 

4  •'  My  Father,"  O  permit  my  heart, 
To  plead  its  humble  claim." 

And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 


HYMN  303. 


(L.  M.) 


HO  W  blest  the  state  of  saints  above, 
Perfect  in  righteousness  and  love, 
Where  all  is  purity  and  peace 


Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God ! 

Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 
5  O  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 
Like  the  heavenly  host  above, 
Who  for  ever  bow  before  him, 
And  unceasing  sing  his  love  ! 

Happy  songsters  ! 
When  shall  I  your  chorus  join1? 


HYMN  301. 


(L.  M.) 


A 


WAKE,  our  souls,  away  our  fears, 
Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be 


2  There   reigns   the   Lord   whom  we 

adore, 
i  Glorious  in  holiness  and  power, 
Array 'd  in  majesty  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  could  bear  the  sight. 

3  Know,  O  my  soul,  that  blissful  scene 
Can  ne'er  admit  a  mind  unclean : 
None  but  the  holy  shall  appear, 

And  see  the  Lord  with  comfort  there. 

4  Our  Saviour,  by  a  heavenly  birth, 
^alls  us  to  holiness  on  earth; 

Bids  us  from  paths  of  sin  to  fly, 
And  seek  the  joys  above  the  sky. 


That   feeds 
saint. 


5  We    must    have    holy    hearts    and 

hands, 
And  feet  that  go  where  he  commands; 
A  holy  will  to  keep  his  ways. 
And  holy  lips  to  speak  his  praise. 

6  Then,  let  our  first,  our  chief  pursuit 


gone,) 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  Sure,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 

But  thev  forget  the  mightv  God, 

the  strength    of  ev'ry JB^holiness,  in  a„  ita  frllit 

|o  seek  it  in  the  Saviour's  grace, 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  And  thus  prepare  to  see  his  face. 

power, 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young,  HYMN  304.  (L.  M.) 

And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years!  Contentment. 

Their  everlasting  circles  run.  |         ^,„^TT  ,     ,  ' .  ,  .    , 

\f\  THOU,  by  long  experience  tried. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring,    \J    Npar  whom  no  grief  can   |ong 
Our  souls  shall  drmk  a  Iresh  supply, '        abide 

While    such    as     trust    their    native  My  Lord/with  thee,  in  sweet  content, 
strength,  I  pass  mv  years  of  banishment. 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die.  .    . ,, 

2  All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove, 
To  souls  impress'd  with  sacred  love  ; 
Where'er  they   dwell,   they  dwell  in 

thee, 
In  heaven,  on  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 


5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode  : 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heavenly  road. 


HYMN  302. 


(C.  M.) 


AND  can  mv  heart  aspire  so  high, 
To  say  "My  Father,  God?" 
Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie, 
And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 
For  thou  art  good  and  wise  ; 

Let  ev'ry  anxious  thought  be  still, 
And  not  a  murmur  rise. 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darksome 

gloom, 
And  bid  me  wait  serene, 


3  To  me  remains  nor  place  nor  time, 
My  country  is  in  ev'ry  clime  ; 

I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

4  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we 

shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none  ; 
But.  with  my  God  to  guide  my  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

5  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot  ; 
|But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
(Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 


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HYMN  305,  30G,  307,  308,  309. 


HYMN  305.  (L.  M.) 

HOLY  Lord  God.  I  love  thy  truth. 
Nor  dare  thy  least  commandment 
slight ; 
Yet  pierced  by  sin,  the  serpent's  tooth, 
I  mourn  the  anguish  of  the  bite. 

2  But,  though  the  poison  lurks  within, 
Hope   bids    me   still   with    patience 

wait. 
Till  death  shall  set  me  free  from  sin, 
Free  from  the  thing  1  so  much  hate. 

3  Hid  I  a  throne  above  the  rest, 
Where  angels  and  archangels  dwell, 

One  sin  unslain  within  my  breast, 
Would  make  that  heaven  as  dark  as 
hell. 

4  The  pris'ner  sent  to  breathe  fresh  air. 
And  bless'd  with  liberty  again. 

Would  mourn,  were  he  condemn'd  to 
wear 
One  link  of  all  his  former  chain. 

5  But  O,  no  foe  invades  the  bliss, 
When  glory  crowns  the  Christian's 

head  ; 
One  view  of  Jesus  as  he  is, 
Will  strike  all  sin  for  ever  dead. 

Cowper. 
HYMN  306.  (H.  3.) 

THOU  hidden   love   of  God,  whose 
height, 
Whose  depths,  unfathom'd,  no  man 
knows, 

1  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light, 
And  only  sigh  for  thy  repose  : 

My  heart  is  pain'd,  nor  can  it  be 
At  rest,  till  it  rind  rest  in  thee. 

2  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 
That  strives  with  thee  my  heart  to 

share  ? 
Ah !  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone, 

The  Lord  of  ev'ry  motion  there. 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  earth  be  free. 
When  it  has  found  its  all  in  thee. 

3  O  crucify  this  self,  that  I 

No  more,  but  Christ  in  me  may  live; 
Bid  all  my  vile  affections  die. 

Nor  let  one  hateful  lust  survive  ; 
In  all  things  nothing  may  I  see, 
Or  aught  desire  or  seek  but  thee. 

4  Lord  draw    my    heart    from    earth 

away. 
And  make  it  only  know  thy  call ; 
Speak  to  my  inmost  soul,  and  say, 
I  am  thy  own,  thy  God,  thine  all ; 
O  dwell  iii  me,  rill  all  my  soul, 
And  all  thy  powers  by  grace  control. 
HYMN  307.  (C.  M.) 

THE     Saviour!     O    what     endless 
charm9 
Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound ! 


Its  influence  ev'ry  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 
In  rich  effusion  flow, 

For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  wo. 

3  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 
Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store! 

Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all. 

HYMN  308.  (L.  M.) 

BESET  with  snares  on  ev'ry  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I'stand  ; 
Saviour  divine,  diffuse  thy  light, 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  Engage     this    roving,    treacherous 

heart, 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part; 
To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise. 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies  ; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  ; 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee. 


(IV.  3.) 

nd    tasteless    the 


and 


HYMN  309, 

HOW    tedious 
hours, 
WThen  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ; 
Sweet    prospects,    sweet    birds 
sweet  flowers. 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  for  me; 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

2  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom. 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 
My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign'd, 

No  changes  of  season  or  place, 
Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind: 

While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 


HYMN  310,  311,  312,  313,  314,  315. 


Ill 


4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky. 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore; 
Or  take  me  up  to  thee  on  high, 

Where   winter  and  clouds   are   no 
more. 

Newton. 

HYMN  310.  (C.  M.) 

HOW    sweet    the    name   of  Jesus 
sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear! 
It    soothes    his    sorrows,    heals    his 
wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
It  calms  the  troubled  breast, 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3  Dear  name !   the  rock  on  which  I 

build, 
My  shield  and  hiding  place, 
My  never-failing  treasury,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

HYMN  311.  (C.  M.) 

JESUS,  I  love  thy  precious  name, 
'Tis  music  to  my  ear; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 
My  transport  and  my  trust ; 

Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 
In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 

Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  I'll  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
With  my  last  lab'ring  breath  ; 

And  dying  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
Theantidote  of  death. 


o 


HYMN  312.  (C.  M.) 

Sanctijication. 
FOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 


A  heart  from  sin  set  free ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me. 

2  A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek. 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne  ; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true  and  clean  ! 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 


4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 
And  full  of  love  divine; 

Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 
Come  quickly  from  above  ; 

Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  Love. 


HYMN  313. 


(C.  M.) 


YE  glitt'ring  toys  of  earth,  adieu  ! 
A  nobler  choice  be  mine  ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Begone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 
Ye  specious  baits  of  sense; 

Inestimable  worth  appears 
The  pearl  of  price  immense! 

3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 
O  name  divinely  sweet ! 

Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honour,  pleasure  meet. 

4  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 
Their  boasted  stores  resign, 

With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all. 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

5  Should    earth's  vain  treasures    all 

depart, 
Of  this  dear  gift  possess'd, 
d  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  for  ever  biess'd. 

6  Dear  Sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires, 
Thy  love  is  bliss  divine  ; 

Accept  the  praise  thy  grace  inspires, 
Since  I  can  call  thee  mine  ! 

HYMN  314.  (C.  M.) 

OTHAT  I  knew  the  secret  place 
Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise, 
What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 

How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 
To  wrestle  with  my  God  ; 

d  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 


HYMM  315. 


(IV.  3.) 


OTHOU,  in  whose  presence  my  soul 
takes  delight, 
On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in 
the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all : 
2  O  why  should   I  wander  an   alien 
from  thee, 
Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread"? 


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HYMN  316,  317,  318,  319,  320. 


Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows 
they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

3  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteous- 

ness flow. 
That  waters  the  gardens  of  grace, 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gen- 
tiles shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

4  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels 

rejoice. 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his 
voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 


HYMN  316. 


(C.  M.) 


MY  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope 
To  reach  the  heavenly  shore  ; 
And  when  I  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
Then  I  shall  sin  no  more. 

2  I  hope  to  hear  and  join  the  song 
That  saints  and  angels  raise; 

And  while  eternal  ages  roll, 
To  sing  eternal  praise. 

3  But,  O  this  dreadful  heart  of  sin! 
It  may  deceive  me  still ; 

Ami  while  I  look  for  joys  above, 
May  plunge  me  down  to  hell. 

4  The  scene  must  then  for  ever  close, 
Probation  at  an  end; 

No  gospel  grace  can  reach  me  there, 
No  pardon  there  descend. 

5  Come,  then,  O  blessed  Jesus,  come 
To  me  thy  Spirit  give  ; 

Shine  through  a  dark,  benighted  soul, 
And  bid  a  sinner  live. 

HYMN  317. 

VAIN,  delusive  world,  adieu, 
With  all  of  creature  good  ; 
Only  Jesus  I'll  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood : 
All  thy  pleasure  I'll  forego  ; 

I'll  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain; 
'Tis  all  but  vanity: 

Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, 

He  tasted  death  for  me  ! 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe. 

The  sin-atoning  victim  died  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

3  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 
And  pleasure  without  end  : 

This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

Aiid  ever  in  his  love  abide ; 


Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified ! 


HYMN  318. 


TOPLADY. 

(C.  M.) 


A  FFLICTION  is  a  stormy  deep, 
^i-     Where  wave  resounds  to  wave  ; 
Tho'  o'er  my  head  the  billows  sweep, 
I  know  the  Lord  can  save. 

2  Then  why,  my  soul,  why  thus  de- 

pressed? 
And  why  this  anxious  care  ? 
Let  former  mercies  fix  thy  trust, 
And  calm  the  rising  fear. 

3  In  the  dark  watches  of  the  night 
I'll  count  his  mercies  o'er; 

I'll  praise  him  for  ten  thousand  past. 
And  ask  him  still  for  more. 

4  Here  will  I  rest  and  build  my  hopes, 
Nor  murmur  at  his  word  ; 

He's  more  than  all  the  world  to  me, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

HYMN  319.  (C.  M.) 

HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 
Give  but  a  flatt'ring  light; 

We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys  and  nearest  friends, 
The  partners  of  our  blood, 

How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 
How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 

Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 
My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 

And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 


HYMN  320. 


(L.  M.) 


JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone  ; 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went. 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment ; 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief  my  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

|4  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
'I  felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more ; 


HYMN  321,  322,  323,  324,  325. 


113 


Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say,  (3  E'er  first  I  drew  this  vital  breath, 

"Come  hither,  soul,  lam  the  way."  From  nature's  prison  free, 

5  Lo!  glad  I  come;  and  thou,  bless'd  Crosses  in  number,  measure,  weight, 


Lamb, 

Shall  take  me  to  thee,  whose  I  am; 
Nothing  but  sin  have  I  to  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 
HYMN  321.  (S.  M.) 

"Y  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard, 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er; 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 
Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  ; 

Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  hast  got  thy  crown. 

HYMN  322.  (S.  M.) 

COMMIT  thou  all  thy  griefs 
And  ways  into  his  hands, 
To  his  sure  trust  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  heaven  commands  : 

2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 
Whom  winds  and  seas  obey, 

He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  way. 

3  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 
So  safe  shalt  thou  go  on  ; 

Fix  on  his  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 
So  shall  thy  work  be  done. 

4  No  profits  canst  thou  gain 
By  self-consuming  care ; 

To  him  commend  thy  cause,  his  ear 
Attends  thy  feeblest  prayer. 

5  Father,  thy  knowledge  deep 
And  high — thy  ceaseless  love, — 

Sees  all  thy    children's    wants,  and 
knows 
What  best  for  each  will  prove. 

HYMN  323.  (C.  M.) 

COURAGE,  my  soul,  thy  bitter  cross, 
In  every  trial  here, 
Shall  bear  thee  to  thy  heaven  above, 

But  shall  not  enter  there. 
The  sighing  ones  that  humbly  seek, 

In  sorrowing  paths  below, 
Shall  in  eternity  rejoice, 

Where  endless  comforts  flow. 


Were  written,  Lord,  tor  me  : 
But   thou,  my  shepherd,   friend,  and 
guide, 

Hast  led  me  kindly  on, 
Taught  me  to  rest  my  fainting  head 

On  Christ,  the  corner-stone. 

MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard,  4  So  comforted  and  so  sustain'd, 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ;  with  dark  events  I  strove, 

And  found,  when  rightly  understood, 

All  messengers  of  love  ; 
With  silence  and  submissive  awe, 

Adored  a  chast'ning  God, 
Revered  the  terrors  of  his  law, 
And  humbly  kiss'd  the  rod. 
HYMN  324.  (C.  M.) 

LORD,  I  believe  a  rest  remains 
To  all  thy  people  known  ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone  : 

2  A  rest,  where  all  our  soul's  desire 
Is  fix'd  on  things  above, 

Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  O  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 
Believe  and  enter  in  ! 

Now,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin  ! 

4  Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart, 
This  unbelief  remove  : 

To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  sabbath  of  thy  love. 

5  I  would  be  thine,  thou  know'st  I 
would, 

And  have  thee  all  my  own ; 
Thee,  O  my  all-sufficient  good! 
I  want,  and  thee  alone. 

6  Thv  name  to  me,  thy  nature  grant ! 
This,  only  this,  be  given  : 

Nothing  besides  my  God  I  want ; 
Nothing  in  earth  or  heaven. 

7  Come,  O  my  Saviour,  come  away, 
Into  my  soul  descend  ; 

No  longer  from  thy  creature  stay, 
My  author  and  my  end. 

8  The  bliss  thou  hast  for  me  prepared 
No  longer  be  delay'd, 

Come,  my  exceeding  great  reward, 
For  wliom  I  first  was  made. 

9  Come,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
And  seal  me  thine  abode  ; 

2  Soon  will  the  toilsome  strife  be  o'er  Lpt  &n  ,  am  in  tnee  be  lost . 


Of  sublunary  care, 
And  life's  dull  vanities  no  more 

This  anxious  breast  ensnare. 
Courage,  my  soul,  on  God  rely, 

Deliv'rance  soon  will  come. 
A  thousand  ways  has  Providence, 

To  bring  believers  home. 


Let  all  be  lost  in  God. 

HYMN  325.  (C.  M.) 

FOR  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
Close  to  thv  bleeding  side  ; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 


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HYMN  326,  327,  328,  329. 


2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
Fountain  for  euilt  and  sin, 

Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse,  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine 

own  ; 
Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art  : 
Wash  me.  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Tlf  atonement  of  thv  blood  apply, 
Till  faith  to  sight  improve  ; 

Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 

VIII.     PRAISE  FOR  THE  HOPE 
OF  SALVATION. 
HYMN  326.  (L.  M.) 

"TVJOW  let  our  souls  on  winss  sublime, 
1*     Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  bark  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new,  celestial  birth, 
Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys. 

So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  * 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  7 
For  strangers,  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome  sweet  hour  of  full    dis- 

charge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large  ; 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoy'd  above ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now. 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

HYMN  327.  (C.  M.) 

YE  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell, 
With  all  your  feeble  light ; 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon, 
Pale  empress  of  the  night ; 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 
In  brighter  flames  array'd. 

My    soul,    that    springs    beyond    thy 
sphere, 
No  more  demands  thy  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 
Of  my  divine  abode  ; 

The     pavement    of    those    heavenly 
courts. 
Where  I  shall  see  my  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 
Shall  there  his  beams  display  ; 

Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day. 

5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 
Shall  swell  into  my  eyes  ; 


Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 
Amidst  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 
Shall  in  one  song  unite, 

And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view, 
With  infinite  delight. 

HYMN  328.  (II.  3.) 

NOW    I    have    found    the    ground 
wherein 
Sure  my  soul's  anchor  may  remain; 
The  wounds  of  Jesus,  for  my  sin 

Before  the  world's  foundations  slain; 
Whose  mercy  shall  unshaken  stay. 
When  heaven  and  earth  are  fled  away. 

2  Father,  thine  everlasting  grace 
Our  scanty  thought  surpasses  far; 

Thy  heart  still  melts  with  tenderness, 

Thy  arms  of  love  still  open  are, 
Returning  sinners  to  receive, 
That  mercy  they  may  taste,  and  live. 

3  O  love,  thou  bottomless  abyss  ! 
My  sins  are  swallow'd  up  in  thee  ; 

Cover'd  is  my  unlighteousness ; 

Nor  spot  of  guilt  remains  on  me. 
While  Jesus'  blood,  through  earth  and 

skies, 
Mercy,  free,  boundless  mercy,  cries. 

4  By  faith,  I  plunge  me  in  this  sea, 
Here  is  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 

Hither  when  hell  assails,  I  flee  ; 

I  look  into  my  Saviour's  breast — 
Away,  sad  doubt  and  anxious  fear, 
Mercy  is  all  that's  written  there. 

5  Though  waves  and  storms  go  o'er 

my  head, 
Though  strength,    and  health,  and 
friends  be  gone, 
Though  joys  be  wither'd  all  and  dead. 
Though   every    comfort    be     with- 
drawn, 
On  this  my  steadfast  soul  relies  : 
Father,  thy  mercy  never  dies. 
Fix'd  on  this  ground  will  I  remain. 
Though    my   heart    fail,  and    flesh 
decay; 
This  anchor  shall  my  soul  sustain. 

When  earth's  foundations  melt  away; 
Mercy's  full  power  I  then  shall  prove, 
Loved  with  an  everlasting  love. 
HYMN  329.  (II.  4.) 

HAIL,  everlasting  Sprinar! 
Celestial  Fountain,  hail! 
The  streams  salvation  bring, 
The  waters  never  fail : 
Still  they  endure, 
And  still  they  flow, 
For  all  our  woe 
A  sovereign  cure. 
2  Bless'd  be  his  wounded  side. 
And  bless'd  his  bleeding  heart, 


HYMN  330,331,  332,333. 


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Who  all  in  anguish  died 
Such  favours  to  impart : 
His  sacred  blood 
Shall  make  us  clean 
From  ev'ry  sin 
And  fit  for  God. 
4  To  that  dear  Source  of  love. 

Our  souls  this  day  would  come  ; 
And  thither  from  above, 
Lord,  call  the  nations  home  ; 
Till  Jew  and  Greek, 
With  rapt'rous  songs 
On  all  their  tongues, 
Thy  praise  shall  speak. 

HYMN  330.  (II.  1.) 

O  GLORIOUS  hope  of  perfect  love  ! 
It  lifts  me  up  to  things  above  ; 
It  bears  on  eagles'  wings  ; 
It  gives  my  ravish'd  soul  a  taste, 
And  makes  me  for  some  moments  feast 
With  angels,  priests  and  kings. 

2  Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope 

1  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 
See  all  the  land  below  : 

Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  rise, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise 
In  endless  plenty  grow  : 

3  A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favour'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  ev'ry  blessing  bless'd  ; 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteous- 
ness, 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace 

And  everlasting  rest. 

4  O  that  I  might  at  once  sro  up ! 
No  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  now  the  land  possess  ; 
This  moment  end  my  legal  years ; 
Sorrows,  and   sins,   and   doubts,  and 
fears, 

A  howling  wilderness. 

5  Now,  O  my  Joshua,  brine  me  in! 
Cast  out  thy  foes,  the  inbred  sin, 

The  carnal  mind  remove  ; 
The  purchase  of  thy  death  divide, 
And,  O!  with  all  the  sanctified, 

Give  me  my  God  to  love. 

HYMN  331.  (II.  3.) 

O  JESUS,  source  of  calm  repose, 
Thy    like    nor    man    nor    angel 
knows, 
Fairest  among  ten  thousand  fair  : 
E'en  those  whom  death's  sad  fetters 

bound. 
Whom  thickest  darkness    compass'd 
round, 
Find  light  and  life  if  thou  appear. 

2  Effulgence  of  the  light  divine, 
Ere  rolling  planets  knew  to  shine. 

Ere  time  its  ceaseless  course  began  : 


Thou,  when  th'  appointed  hour  was 

come, 
Didst  not  abhor  the  virgin's  womb, 
But  God  with  God,  was  man  with 
man. 
3  The    world,    sin,  death,  oppose    in 

vain ; 
Thou,  by  thy  dying,  death  hast  slain, 

My  great  Deliv'rer  and  my  God ! 
In  vain  does  the  old  Dragon  rage. 
In  vain  all  hell  its  powers  engage  ; 
None  can  withstand  thy  conq'ring 
blood. 

HYMN  332.  (C.  M.) 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying    eyes    the    Prince    of 

grace 
Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  (O,  amazing  love  !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
With  joyful  haste  he  fled  ; 

Enter'd  trie  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
O.  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break  '. 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 

The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 
5  Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold; 
But    when  "you    raise    your    highest 
notes, 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told ! 

HYMN  333.  (S.  M.) 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb; 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 
Sing  of  his  rising  power  ; 

Sins  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  heart 
Ascendin?  with  our  tongue  ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 

And  grace  inspire  our  song. 
,4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 
|     Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing; 
Sing  on.  rejoicing  every  day, 
|     In  Christ,  th'  eternal' King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 
"Ye  blessed  children,  come  ;" 

Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

6  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim ; 


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HYMN  334,  335,  336,  337,  338. 


And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  334.  (C.  M.) 

ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall; 
Brini:  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

2  frown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call ; 

Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  him.  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 
Whom  David.  Lord  did  call ; 

The  God  incarnate  '.  man  divine  ! 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 

Hail  him.  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall. 

Go,  spread  your  tophies  at  his  feet. 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe 
On  this  terrestrial  ball. 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all. 

HYMN  335.  (L.  M.) 

WHAT  sinners  value  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art 
mine  ; 

1  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness 

2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there? 

3  O  glorious  hour  !  O  blest  abode  ! 

1  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God. 
And  flesh  and  sense  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound, 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  sur- 
prise, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  Image  rise. 

HYMN  336.  (C.  M.) 

THERE  is  a  house  not  made  with 
hands. 
Eternal  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands, 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 
Must  be  dissolved,  and  fall ; 

Then.  O  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 
Thatforms  thee  fit  for  heaven, 


And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come, 
Faith  lies  upon  his  word  ; 

But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 
But  we  had  rather  see  ; 

We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord,  with  thee. 


HYMN  337. 


(C.  M.) 


\  MAZING  grace !  (how  sweet  the 
J\.        sound!) 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 

1  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to 

fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and 

snares, 
I  have  already  come  ; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus 

far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 
His  word  my  hope  secures ; 

He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes,  when  this  heart  and  flesh  shall 

fail, 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 

1  shall  possess  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like 

snow, 
The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 
But  God,  who  call'd  me  here  below, 
Will  be  for  ever  mine. 

Newton. 

HYMN  338. 

HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey. 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above; 
O.  what  tongue  can  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

2  That  comfort  was  mine 
When  thy  favour  divine 

first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
WThen  my  heart  it  believed, 
What  a  joy  I  received. 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

Theangels  could  do  nothing  more 


HYMN  339,  340,  341,  342,  343. 


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Than  to  full  at  his  feet, 
And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song, 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see, 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffer'd  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 
I  was  carried  above 

All  sin.  and  temptation,  and  pain  ; 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  O,  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  is  found  in  his  life-giving  blood 

Of  a  Saviour  possess'd, 

We  are  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  fill'd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

HYMN  339.  (III.  5.) 

ARK !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See.  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 
Shakes  the  earth  and  veils  the  sky 

"It  is  finish'd!" 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  It  is  finislrd  !— O  what  pleasure 
Do  these  precious  words  afford  ! 

Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

It  is  finished  ! 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finish'd — all  the  types  and  shadows 
Of  the  ceremonial  law  ; 

Finish"d — all  that  God  had  promised  ; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  : 

It  is  finish'd! 
Saints,  from  hence   your    comforts 
draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs, 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 

All  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 

HYMN  340.  (IV.  3.) 

BY  Faith  we  are  come, 
To  our  permanent  home, 
By  Hope  we  the  rapture  improve ; 

By  Love  we  still  rise, 

And  look  down  on  the  skies, 
For  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  love. 
2  What  a  rapturous  song, 

When  the  glorified  throng 
In  the  spirit  of  harmony  join  : 

Join  all  the  glad  choirs, 

Hearts,  voices,  and  lyres; 
And  the  burden  is— mercy  divine. 


F 


3  Hallelujah,  they  cry, 

To  the  King  of  the  sky, 
To  the  great  everlasting  I  AM ; 

To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 

And  liveth  again  : 
Hallelujah  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  341. 
ROM  Egypt  lately  come, 
Where  death  and  darkness  reign, 
We  seek  our  new,  our  better  home, 
Where  we  our  rest  shall  gain  : 

Hallelujah! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

2  There  sin  and  sorrow  cease, 
And  every  conflict's  o'er  ; 

There  we  shall  dwell  in  endless  peace, 
And  never  hunger  more  : 

Hallelujah! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

3  There,  in  celestial  strains, 
Enraptured  myriads  sing; 

There  love  in  every  bosom  reigns, 
For  God  himself  is  King: 

Hallelujah  ! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

4  We  soon  shall  join  the  throng, 
Their  sacred  pleasures  share, 

And  sing  the  everlasting  song, 
With  all  the  ransonrd  there  : 

Hallelujah ! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

HYMN  342.  (C.  M.) 

OGOD  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home — 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure; 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 
Are  like  an  evening  gone, 

Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 

Before  the  rising  sun. 
O  God !  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  life  shall  last, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

HYMN  343.  (C.  M.) 

INFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 
Thou  lovely  Prince  of  grace  ; 
Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 

With  never-fading  rays. 
2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 
Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 


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HYMN  344,  345,  346,  347. 


To    thee    their    prayers    and    praise 
ascend, 

In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 
On  thy  exhaustless  store  ; 

From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  thou  invest  more. 

4  Thou  art   their   triumph   and   their 

joy; 
They  find  their  all  in  thee  : 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 
Through  all  eternity. 

5  When    shall    the    day,   dear    Lord, 

appear 
That  I  shall  mount  on  high, 
And  view  thy  matchless  beauties  there 
With  never-ceasing  joy  ? 

6  Angels  shall  listen  to  my  song, 
And  seraphs  join  the  praise  ; 

For  none  amongst  the  happy  throng 
Shall  louder  triumphs  raise. 

HYMN  344.  (III.  5.) 

IET  us  love,  and  sing,  and  wonder; 
J  Let  us  praise  the  Saviour's  name  : 
He  has  hush'd  the  law's  loud  thunder, 
He    has    quench'd    Mount     Sinai's 
flame  ; 
He  has  wash'd  us  with  his  blood, 
He  has  brought  us  nigh  to  God. 

2  Let  us  love  the  Lord  who  bought  08, 
Dying  for  our  rebel  race  ; 

Call'd  us  by  his  Word,  and  taught  us 

By  the  Spirit  of  his  grace  : 
He  has  wash'd  us  with  his  blood, 
He  presents  our  souls  to  God. 

3  Let  us  sing,  though  fierce  temptation 
Threaten  hard  to  bear  us  down ; 

For  the  Lord,  our  strong  salvation. 

Holds  in  view  the  conq'ror's  crown  : 
He  who  wash'd  us  with  his  blood, 
Soon  will  bring  us  home  to  God. 

4  Let  us  praise,  and  join  the  chorus 
(If  his  saints  enthroned  on  high; 

Here,  they  trusted  him  before  us, 

Now  their  praises  fill  the  sky : — 
•'Thou  hast  wash'd  us  with  thy  blood  ; 
Thou  art  worthy,  Lamb  of  God  !" 

IX.     MISSIONS. 
HYMN  345.  (S.  M.) 

JESUS,  the  Conqueror,  reigns, 
In  glorious  strength  array'd  ; 
His  kingdom  over  all  maintains, 

And  bids  the  earth  be  glad ! 
Ye  sons  of  men.  rejoice 

In  Jesus'  mighty  love  ; 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice. 

To  him  who  rules  above. 
2  Extol  his  kingly  power, 

Kiss  the  exalted  Son, 


Who  died,  and  lives  to  die  no  more, 

High  on  his  Father's  throne: 
Our  Advocate  with  God, 

He  undertakes  our  cause. 
And  spreads  thro'  all  the  earth  abroad 

The  victory  of  his  cross. 
3  The  world  cannot  withstand 

Its  ancient  Conqueror  ; 
The    world    must    sink    beneath    the 
hand 

Which  arms  us  for  the  war  : 
This  is  tile  victory. 

Before  our  faith  they  fall ; 
Je^us  hath  died  for  you  and  me  : 

Believe,  and  conquer  all! 

HYMN  346.  (L.  M.) 

MARK'D  as  the  purpose  of  the  skies, 
This  promise  meets  our  anxious 
eyes. 
That   heathen   lands    the   Lord    shall 

know, 
And,   warm   with   faith,   each  bosom 
glow. 

2  E'en  now  the  hallow'd  scenes  ap- 

pear; 
E'en  now  unfolds  the  promised  year  ; 
Lo  !  distant  shores  thy  heralds  trace, 
And  swell  the  tidings  of  thy  grace. 

3  Mid    burning    climes     and    frozen 

plains, 
Where     Pagan     darkness     brooding 

reigns, 
O  mark  their  steps,  their  fears  subdue, 
And  nerve  their  arm  and  clear  their 

view. 

4  When,  worn   by   toil,  their   spirits 

fail, 
Bid  them  the  glorious  future  hail ; 
Bid  them  the  crown  of  life  survey, 
And  onward  urge  in  faith  their  way. 

5  O  Lord!  amid  this  gloomy  night, 
Appear  to  bless  our  aching  sight ; 
Turn  thou  our  darkness  into  day  ; 
Let  every  nation  own  thy  sway. 

HYMN  347. 

LISTEN.    O    Sion!    Jehovah    hath 
spoken, 
The  Lord,  thy  Redeemer,  commands 
thee  arise  ; 
Far  o'er  the  earth  reigns  the  darkness 
unbroken, 
While  heaven's  bright  day-star  il- 
lumines the  skies. 
Listen,  O  Sion !  Jehovah  hath  spoken, 
The  Lord,  thy  Redeemer,  commands 
thee  arise. 

2  Rise  to  their  rescue !    lo.  error  is 
stealing 
O'er  souls  thy  Redeemer  has  bought 
for  his  fold  ! 


HYMN  34S,  349,  350,  351,  352. 


View  Calvary's  scenes  !  are  they  not 
appealing  ? 
The  listit  thence   enkindled,  O  bid 
them  behold. 

3  Christian,    awaken!    thy    darkness 

hath  vanish'd, 
Thy  sky  has  been  lit  hy  its  radiant 
glow  ; 
Joy  that  the  shades  that   enwrapp'd 
thee  are  banish'd, 
And  hasten,  that  all  may  thy  bless- 
edness know. 

4  Rouse  thee  to  action,  thy  Saviour  is 

pleading; 

Look  upward,  the   strength  of  the 
mighty  is  thine  : 
Omnipotent  faith,  through  Christ's  in- 
terceding, 

Will  soon  bid  the  world  in  God's 
image  to  shine. 

HYMN  348.  (III.  1.) 

HARK!  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Loud,  as  mighty  thunders  roar ; 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 
When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore. 

2  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 
God  Omnipotent  shall  reign  : 

Hallelujah!  let  the  word 
Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

3  See  Jehovah's  banners  furl'd, 
Sheath'd  his  sword  :  he  speaks — 'tis 

done  ; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 
Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 

4  He  shall  reisn  from  pole  to  pole, 
With  illimitable  sway  ; 

He  shall  reign  when  like  a  scroll 
Yonder  heavens  have  pass'd  away. 

5  Then  the  end  :  beneath  his  rod 
Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 

Hallelujah!  Christ" in  God, 
God  in  Christ,  is  all  in  all. 
X.     DEATH. 
HYMN  349.  (S.  M.) 

AND  am  I  born  to  die  ? 
To  lay  this  body  down, 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  world  unknown, 
A  land  of  deepest  shade, 

Unpierced  by  human  thought, 
The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 

Where  all  things  are  forgot. 
2  Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 

What  will  become  of  me? 
Eternal  happiness  or  woe, 

Must  then  my  portion  be. 
Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

I  from  my  grave  shall  rise  ; 
And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd 

And  see  the  flaming  skies" 


3  How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb  ? 

With  triumph,  or  regret  ? 
A  fearful,  or  a  joyful  doom. 

A  curse,  or  blessing  meet  ? 
Will  angel  hands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar, 
Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away. 

To  meet  its  sentence  there? 

Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 

That  tears  my  anxious  breast  ? 
Shall  I  be  with  the  dumn'd  cast  out, 

Or  number'd  with  the  blest? 

1  must  from  God  be  driven. 
Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell ; 

Must  come  at  his  command  to  heaven, 
Or  else  depart  to  hell. 

HYMN  350.  (II.  1.) 

MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my 
years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 

Around  the  steady  pole  ; 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  through  boundless 
deeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen  ; 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly — 
Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Thou,  midst  thy  sublunary  bliss, 

Must  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die  ! 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight, 
Beyond  the  vast  ethereal  blue, 
To  sing  above  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

HYMN  351.  (IV.  2.) 

HOW  solemn  the  signal  I  hear! 
The  summons  that  calls  me  away, 
In  regions  unknown  to  appear, 

How  shall  I  the  summons  obey? 
What  scenes  in  that  world  shall  arise, 
When  life's  latest  sigh  shall  be  lied, 
And  darkness  has  seal'd  up  my  eyes, 

And  deep  in  the  dust  I  am  laid? 
2  No  longer  the  world  I  can  view, 
The  scenes  which  so  long  I  have 
known  ; 
My  friends,  I  must  bid  you  adieu, 

For  here  I  must  travel  alone  : 
Yet  here  my  Redeemer  has  trod, 

His  hallowed  footsteps  I  know  ; 
I'll  trust  for  defence  to  his  rod, 
And  lean  on  his  staff  as  I  go. 
HYMN  352.  (C.  M.) 

THE  years  roll  round,  and  steal  away 
The  strength  that  once  they  gave  ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  hast'ning  to  the  grave, 


HYMN  353,  354,  355,  356,  357,  358. 


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2  Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the 

ground, 
To  urge  us  to  the  tomb, 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 
To  hurry  mortals  home. 

3  Infinite  joy  or  endless  woe, 
Attends  on  every  breath  ; 

And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go, 
Upon  the  brink  of  death. 

4  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 

And  should  our  souls  be  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God ! 
HYMN  353  (C.  M.) 

THEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 
And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

2  Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 
As  months  and  days  increase  ; 

And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
The  breath  that  first  it  gave  ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  whate'er  we  be, 
We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

4  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 

HYMN  354.  (L.  M.) 

SHRINKING  from  the  cold  hand  of 
death, 
I  soon  shall  gather  up  my  feet ; 
Shall  soon  resign  this  fleeting  breath, 
And  die — my  father's  God  to  meet. 

2  Number'd  among  thy  people,  I 
Expect  with  joy  thy  face  to  see  : 

Because  thou  didst  for  sinners  die, 
Jesus,  in  death  remember  me. 

3  O,  that  without  a  ling'ring  groan, 
I  may  thy  welcome  word  receive  ! 

My  body  with  my  charge  lay  down, 
And  cease  at  once  to  work  and  live. 

4  Walk  with  me  through  the  dreadful 

shade, 
And,  certified,  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  spirit,  calm  and  undismay'd, 
I  shall  into  thy  hands  resign. 

5  No  anxious  doubt,  no  guilty  gloom, 
Shall  damp,  when  Jesus'  presence 

cheers  ; 
My  light,  my  life,  my  God  is  come, 
And  glory"  in  his  face  appears ! 
HYMN  355.  (L.  M.) 

PASS  a  few  swiftly  fleeting  years, 
And  all  that  now  in  bodies  live, 
Shall  quit,  like  me,  this  vale  of  tears, 
Their  righteous  sentence  to  receive 


2  But  all,  before  they  hence  remove. 
May   mansions  for  themselves  pre- 
pare, 

In  that  eternal  house  above  : 
And,  O  my  God,  shall  I  be  there  1 


HYMN  356. 


(C.  M.) 


AND  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 
And  let  it  faint  and  die  ; 
My  soul  shall  quit  the  mournful  vale, 
^  And  soar  to  worlds  on  high  : 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long-sought  rest, 
That  only  bliss  for  which  it  pants, 
In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

2  In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 
I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 

And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 
And  smile  at  toil  and  pain  : 

I  suffer  on  my  threescore  years, 
Till  my  Deliv'rer  come  ; 

And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 
And  take  his" exile  home. 

3  O  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me  1 
Before  my  ravish'd  eyes 

Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 
And  trees  of  Paradise  ! 

1  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright, 
Who  taste  the  pleasures  there  ; 

They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 
And  conq'ring  palms  they  bear. 

4  O,  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 
If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet, 

With  that  enraptured  host  t'  appear, 

And  worship  at  thy  feet  ? 
Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 

Take  life  or  friends  away  ; 
But  let  me  find  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day. 

HYMN  357.  (S.  M.) 

SAVIOUR,  we  wait  the  day, 
The  awful  day  unknown, 
To  quit  our  house,  this  tent  of  clay, 
And  lay  our  bodies  down. 

2  Come,  and  our  souls  prepare 
For  such  a  solemn  day ; 

And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

3  O  may  we  all  ensure 
A  lot  among  the  blest ; 

And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
An  everlasting  rest. 

HYMN  358.  (L.  M.) 

HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  he 
dies  ! 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ; 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes. 
How    gently    heaves    the    expiring 
breast. 


HYMN  359,  360,  361,  362,  363. 


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2  So  fades  a  summer's!  cloud  away, 
So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are 

o'er, 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys, 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
Which  his  unfetter'd  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell  conflicting  hopes  and  fears. 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate 

dwell ; 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  ap- 
pears ; 
Farewell,  inconstant    world,    fare- 
well ! 

5  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies  ; 

While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to 
say, 
"How  blest  the  righteous  when  he 
dies." 


HYMN  359. 


(C.  M.) 


WHY    do    we     mourn    departing 
friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 
As  fast  as  time  can  move  1 

Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more 
slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  1 

There  once  the  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 
And  hallow'd  every  bed  : 

Where  should  the  dying  members  rest 
But  with  their  dying  Head  "? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 
And  show'd  our  feet  the  way! 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 
And  bid  our  kindred  rise  : 

Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies  ! 


HYMN  360. 


(L.  M.) 


IN  age  and  feebleness  extreme. 
Who  shall  a  sinful  worm  redeem? 
'Tis  only  Jesus  by  his  blood 

Can  raise  a  sinking  soul  to  God. 
2  Jesus,  my  only  hope  thou  art, 
Strength  of  my  failing  flesh  and  heart 
O  let  me  catch  one  smile  from  thee, 
And  drop  into  eternity! 


HYMN  361.  (C.  M.) 

IN  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint 
The  moment  after  death, 
The  glories  that  surround  the  saint, 
When  he  resigns  his  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  his  fetter  breaks  ; 
We  scarce  can  say,  "He's  gone," 

Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail 
To  trace  her  heavenward  flight ; 

No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 
Which  hides  that  world  of  light. 

4  Thus  much   (and    this    is    all)    we 

know — 
They  are  supremely  blest ; 
Have  done   with  sin,  and  care,  and 

woe, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

5  On  harps  of  gold  his    name   they 

praise, 
His  presence  always  view  : 
And  if  we  here  their  "footsteps  trace, 
There  we  shall  praise  him  too. 

Newton. 
HYMN  362.  (III.  5.) 

HAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  end»d. 
All  thy  mourning  days  below  ; 
Go,  by  angel  guards  attended, 

To  the  sight  of  Jesus  go. 
Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 

Lo,  the  Saviour  stands  above  ! 
Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 

Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 
2  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion 

To  thy  great  Redeemer's  breast ; 
To  his  uttermost  salvation, 

To  his  everlasting  rest. 
For  the  joy  he  sets  before  thee, 

Bear  a  momentary  pain  : 
Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory ! 

Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

HYMN  363. 

The  Young  Christian's  Death. 
A  GAIN  we  lift  our  voice, 
tx.     And  shout  our  solemn  joy  ; 
Cause  of  highest  raptures  this. 

Rapture  that  shall  never  fail : 
See  a  soul  escaped  to  bliss, 
Keep  the  Christian  festival. 

2  Our  friend  is  gone  before, 
To  that  celestial  shore  ; 

He  hath  left  his  mates  behind, 
He  hath  all  the  storms"  outrode  ; 

Found  the  rest  we  toil  to  find, 
Landed  in  the  arms  of  God. 

3  And  shall  we  mourn  to  see 
Our  fellow  pris'ner  free  1 

Free  from  doubts,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 


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HYMN  364,  365,  366,  367. 


In  the  heaven  of  the  skies: 
Can  we  weep  to  see  the  tears 
Wiped  tor  ever  from  his  eyes? 

4  No.  tlear  companion,  no  1 
We  "bully  let  thee  gg 

From  a  sutf'riiig  church  beneath, 
To  a  reigning  church  above  : 

Thou  hast  more  than  conquer'd  death, 
Thou  art  crown'd  with  life  and  love. 

5  Thou  in  thy  youthful  prime 
Hast  leap'd  the  bounds  of  time  : 

Suddenly  from  earth  released, 
Lo !  we  now  rejoice  for  thee  ; 

Taken  to  an  early  rest, 
Caught  into  eternity. 

6  Thither  may  we  repair. 
That  glorious  bliss  to  share  : 

We  shall  see  the  welcome  day, 
We  shall  to  the  summons  bow  ; 

Come,  Redeemer,  come  away  ; 
Mow  prepare,  and  take  us  now. 

XI.     JUDGMENT. 
HYMN  364.  (C.  M.) 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 

How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  "Depart !" 

3  What,  to  be  banish'd  for  my  life, 
And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  ! 

4  O  wretched  state  of  deep  despair! 
To  see  my  God  remove, 

And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

5  O  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 

Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 


With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 
With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

3  To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T"  increase  our  gracious  fears, 
For  ever  let  the  archangel's  voice 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears 
The  solemn  midnight  cry, 

"  Ye  dead,  the  Judge  is  come  ! 
Arise,  and  meet  him  in  the  sky. 

And  meet  your  instant  doom  !" 

4  O  may  we  thus  be  found 
Obedient  to  thy  word, 

Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 

And  looking  for  our  Lord  ! 
O  may  we  all  ensure 

A  lot  among  the  blest  ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 

An  everlasting  rest. 

HYMN  366.  (III.  5.) 

O!  he  comes,  with  clouds  descend • 
J    ing, 

Once  for  favour'd  sinners  slain  ! 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  tiain: 

Hallelujah  ! 
God  appears  on  earth  again  ! 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 
Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 

Those  who  set  at  nought,  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 

3  Every  island,  sea  and  mountain. 
Heaven  and  earth,  shall  flee  away  ! 

All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  : 

Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment,  come  away! 

4  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 
See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 

All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air! 

Hallelujah ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear! 


HYMN  365. 


(S.  M.) 


THOU  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
Before  whose  bar  severe. 
With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 

We  all  shall  soon  appear; 
Our  souls  by  grace  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray  : 
2  To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power. 

Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down, 
Th'  immortal  son  of  man. 

To  judge  the  human  race, 


HYMN  367 


(III.  5.) 


DAY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders, 
Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  : 

How  the  summons 
WTill  the  sinner's  heart  confound! 

2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 
Clothed  in  majesty  divine  ! 

You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 
Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  mine  !" 

Gracious  Saviour. 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 
Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 


HYMN   368,  369,  370,  371,  372. 


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All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken, 
At  his  call  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  1 

HYMN  368.  (L.  M.) 

THE  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass 
away  ! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  1 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 

2  When,   shriv'lling   like    a    parched 

scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll, 
And  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the 

dead. 

3  O,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from 

clay, 
Be  thou,  O  Christ !  the  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass 

away. 


HYMN  369.  (III.  5.) 

SEE  the  eternal  Judge  descending, 
Seated  on  his  Father's  throne  ; 
Now,  O  sinner,  now  lamenting, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

Trumpets  call  thee. 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 
With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 

O  that  I  had  sought  his  favour, 
When  I  felt  the  Spirit  move  ! 

Gone  for  ever, 
For  I  have  against  him  strove. 

3  All  his  warnings  I  have  slighted, 
While  he  daily  sought  my  soul; 

If  my  vows  to  tiim  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broke  them  all. 

Golden  moments ! 
How  neglected  did  they  roll ! 

XII     HEAVEN  AND  HELL. 

HYMN  370.  (C.  M.) 

Heaven. 

FAR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of 
night 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair  distant  land!  could  mortal  eyes 
But  half  its  charms  explore, 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more. 

3  There  pain  and  sickness  never  come, 
And  grief  no  more  complains  ; 

Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns. 


4  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 
Realms  ever  bright  and  fair, 

For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints, 
Shall  in  one  song  unite, 

And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view 
With  infinite  delight. 

6  Nor  needed  is  the  shining  moon, 
Nor  e'en  the  sun's  bright  rays ; 

For  glory,  from  the  sacred  throne, 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

HYMN  371.  (IV.  4.) 

Heaven. 

O  WHERE  can  the  soul  find  relief 
from  its  foes, 
A  shelter  of  safety,  a  home  of  repose  ? 
Can  earth's  highest  summit  or  deepest 

hid  vale, 
Give  a  refuge,  nor  sorrow  nor  sin  can 
assail  1 
No,  no  ! — there's  no  home — 
There's  no  home  on  earth— the  soul 
has  no  home. 

2  Shall  it  leave  the  low  earth  and  soar 
to  the  sky, 

And  seek  for  a  home  in  the  mansions 

on  high  1 
In  the  bright  realms   of  bliss  will  a 

dwelling  be  given, 
And  the  soul  find  a  home  in  the  glory 

of  heaven  1 
Yes,  yes  ! — there's  a  home — 
There's  a  home  in  high  heaven— the 

soul  has  a  home. 

3  O  holy  and  sweet  its  rest  shall  be 
there  ! 

Free  for  ever  from  sin,  and  from  sor- 
row and  care  ; 

And  the   loud    hallelujahs   of  angels 
shall  rise, 

To  welcome  the  soul  to  its  home  in  the 
skies. 
Home,  home  !— home  of  the  soul ! 

The  bosom  of  God  is  the  home  of  the 
soul !  Key. 

HYMN  372.  (C.  M.) 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye, 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  O  the  transporting  rapt'rous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight ! 

Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 
On  trees  immortal  grow  ; 

There  rocks  and  hills,  and  brooks  and 
vale, 
With  milk  and  honev  flow. 
(7) 


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HYMN  373,  374,  375,  376. 


4  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 

There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

5  No    (hilling    winds    nor    pois'nous 

breath 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore, 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

6  When  shall  I  rench  that  happy  place, 
And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 

When  shall  1  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom'rest! 

7  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
Would  here  no  longer  stay ! 

Though   Jordan's   waves   around  me 
roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

8  Adieu,  adieu,  all  earthly  things, 
I  come,  my  Lord,  I  come  ; 

Angels,  extend  your  golden  wings, 
And  bear  my  spirit  home. 

HYMN  373.  (C.  M.) 

Ij^AR  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day 
Those  gloomy  regions  lie, 
Where  flames  amid  the  darkness  play, 
The  worm  shall  never  die. 

2  The  breath  of  God.  his  angry  breath, 
Supplies  and  fans  the  fire  ; 

There  sinners  taste  the  second  death, 
And  would,  but  can't  expire. 

3  Conscience,  the  never-dying  worm, 
With  torture  gnaws  the  heart ; 

And  woe  and  wrath,  in  every  form, 
Is  now  the  sinner's  part. 

4  Sad  world,  indeed ! — ah,  who    can 

bear 
For  ever  there  to  dwell  1 
For  ever  sinking  in  despair, 
In  all  the  pains  of  hell  ? 

XIII.    MISCELLANEOUS. 
HYMN  374.  (IV.  5.) 

THE  voice  of  free  grace  cries.  Escape 
to  the  mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  has  open'd 

a  fountain  : 
For  sin  and  transgression  and  every 

pollution, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams 

of  salvation. 
Hallelujah    to    the    Lamb    who    has 

bought  us  our  pardon  ! 
We'll  praise  him  again  when  we  pass 

over  Jordan. 
2  With  joy    shall    we    stand    whe 

escaped  to  that  shore, 
With  our  harps  in  our  hands,  we  will 

praise  him  the  more  : 


We'll  range  the  sweet  fields  on  the 
banks  of  the  river, 
nd  sing  of  salvation  for  ever  and 
ever. 


Hallelujah,  &c. 


WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are? 
Traveller !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveller!  yes  :  it  brings  the  day, — 
Promised  day  of  Israel ! 

2  Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night; 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 

Traveller!  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends 

Watchman!  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth'? 

Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own  : 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night, 
For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn  : 

Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 

Watchman !  let  thy  wand'ring  cease  ; 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 

Traveller!  lo !  the  Prince  of  peace, 
Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  ! 


HYMN  375. 


(III.  1.) 


HYMN  376. 


(L.  M.) 


WHEN  marshall'd  on  the  mighty 
plain, 
The  glitt'ring  host  bestud  the  sky  ; 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 

2  Hark,    hark !    to    God    the    chorus 

breaks 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem! 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 
The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was 

dark, 
The  ocean  yawn'd,  and  rudely  blow'd 
The  wind  that  tost  my  found'ring 
bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 
Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to 

stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose,— 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 

And  through  the  storm  and  danger's 
thrall. 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moor'd.  my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 


HYMN  377,  378,  379,  380,  381. 


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2  As  once  thou  didst  thy  word  expound 
To  those  that  walk'd  with  thee, 

So  teach  us,  Lord,  to  understand, 
And  its  bless'd  fulness  see  : 

3  Its    riches,  sweetness,  power    and 
depth, 

Its  holiness  discern ; 
Its  joyful  news  of  saving  grace 
By  bless'd  experience  learn. 

4  Help  us  each  other  to  assist ; 
Thy  Spirit  now  impart ; 

Keep  humble,  but  with  love  inflame 
To  thee  and  thine,  each  heart. 

5  Thus  may  thy  word  be  dearer  still, 
And  studied  more  each  day  ; 

And  as  it  richly  dwells  within, 
Thyself  in  it  display. 

BlCKERSTETH. 


HYMN  380. 


(C.  M.) 


For  ever  and  for  evermore. 
The  Star— the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

HYMN  377.  (C.  M.) 

OTHOU,  from  whom  all  goodness 
flows, 
I  lift  my  heart  to  thee ; 
In  all  my  trials,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  When    groaning,  on    my  burden'd 

heart 
My  sins  lie  heavily  ; 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart ; 
In  love,  remember  me. 

3  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  name, 
Shame  and  reproaches  be, 

I'll  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame, 
If  thou  remember  me. 

4  The    hour    is    near — consign'd    to 

death, 
I  own  thy  just  decree  : 
Saviour,  with  my  last  parting  breath 
I'll  cry,  remember  me. 

HYMN  378. 

HARK,    how    the    gospel    trumpet 
sounds ! 
Through.all  the  world  the  echo  bounds, 
And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  sinners  home  to  God  ; 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word 
To  endless  day. 

2  Hail,  all-victorious,  conq'ring  Lord  ! 
By  all  the  heavenly  host  adored ; 
Who  undertook  for  fallen  man, 
And  brought    salvation    through   thy 

name ; 
That  we  with  thee  might  live  and  reign 
In  endless  day. 

3  Fight  on,  ye  conq'ring  saints,  fight 

on! 
And  when  the  conquest  you  have  won, 
Then  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  you  shall  wear 
In  endless  day. 

4  There  we  shall  in  sweet  chorus  join. 
And  saints  and  angels  all  combine 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
When    rolling    years    shall  cease    to 

move ; 
And  that  shall  be  the  theme  above, 
In  endless  day. 

HYMN  379.  (C.  M.) 

Bible  Class. 

LIGHT  of  the  world,  shine  on  our 
souls, 
Thy  grace  to  us  afford  ; 
And  while  we  meet  to  learn  thy  truth.  5  And  every  moment  still  doth  bring 
Be  thou  our  teacher.  Lord.    "  jThy  blessings  on  its  loaded  wing ; 


npHE  Lord  descended  from  above, 
X      And   bow'd   the   heavens    most 

high ; 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  cherubim 
Full  royally  he  rode, 

And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 
Their  fury  to  restrain  ; 

And  he.  a  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

4  O  God,  my  strength  and  fortitude ! 
Of  force  I  must  love  thee  : 

Thou  art  my  castle  and  defence 
In  my  necessity! 

Stebnhold. 


HYMN  381. 


(L.  M.) 


V 


HERE'S  not  a  bird  (with  lonely 
nest 
In  pathless  wood  or  mountain  crest,) 
Nor  meaner  thing,   which    does    not 

share, 
O  God  !  in  thy  paternal  care. 

2  There's  not  a  being  now  accurst 
Who  did  not  taste  thy  goodness  first ; 
And  every  joy  the  wicked  see, 
Received  its  origin  from  thee. 

3  Each  barren  crag,  each  desert  rude, 
Holds  thee  within  its  solitude  ; 
And  thou  dost  bless  the  wand'rer  there 
Who  makes  his  solitary  prayer. 

4  In  busy  mart  and  crowded  street, 
No  less  than  in  the  still  retreat, 
Thou,  Lord,  art  near,  our  souls  to  bless 
With  all  a  parent's  tenderness. 


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HYMN   382,383,384,385. 


Widely  they  spread  through  earth  and 

sky, 
And  la"st  to  all  eternity. 

6  Through  all  creation  let  thy  name 
Be  echo'd  with  a  glad  acclaim  ; 

Thy  praise  let  grateful  churches  sing, 
With  praise  let  heaven  for  ever  ring. 

7  And  we,  where'er  our  lot  is  cast. 
While  life  and  thought  and  feeling  last, 
Through  all  our  years,  in  every  place, 
Will  bless  thee  for  thy  boundless  grace. 

Noel. 

HYMN  382.  (III.  4.) 

MANY  woes  had  Christ  endured, 
Many  sore  temptations  met, 
Patient  and  to  pains  inured; 

But  the  sorest  trial  yet 
Was  to  be  sustain'd  in  thee, 
Gloomy,  sad  Gethsemane ! 

2  Came  at  length  the  dreadful  night ! 
Vengeance,  with  his  iron  rod, 

Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 

Bruised  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God  : 
See,  my  soul,  the  Saviour  see 
Prostrate  in  Gethsemane. 

3  There  my  God  bore  my  guilt 


4  Act  but  the  infant's  gentle  part ; 
Give  up  to  love  thy  willing  heart ; 
No  fondest  parent's  tender  breast 
Yearns  like  thy  God's  to  make  thee 

blest. 

5  Thy  sovereign  Father,  good  and  kind, 
Wants  but  to  have  his  child  resign'd  ; 
Wants    but    thy    yielded    heart  —  no 

more — 
Thee  with  his  riches 


HYMN  384. 


grace  to  store. 
Luther. 

(III.  3.) 


COME,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fixed  upon  it — 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer: 
Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 

And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

|     Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

jjesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 


This  through  grace  can  be  believed ;  He.  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 


But  the  torments  which  he  felt 
Are  too  vast  to  be  conceived  : 
None  can  penetrate  through  thee, 
Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane ! 

4  All  my  sins  against  my  God — 
All  my  sins  against  his  laws — 

All  my  sins  against  his  blood- 
All  my  sins  against  his  cause — 
Sins  as  boundless  as  the  sea! 
Hide  me,  O  Gethsemane  ! 

5  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  almighty  God  of  love, 

Praised  by  all  the  heavenly  host 
In  thy  shining  courts  above — 
We  poor  sinners,  gracious  Three, 
Praise  thee  for  Gethsemane. 


HYMN  383. 


(L.  M.) 
too  arduouf 


}TTIS  not  too  high, 

1-         essay. 
To  tread,  resolv'd,  the  gospel  way  ; 
The  sensual  nature  to  control, 
And  warm  with  purer  fire  the  soul. 

2  Nature  will  raise  up  all  her  strife. 
Reluctant  to  the  heavenly  life  ; 
Loth  in  a  Saviour's  death  to  share, 
Her  daily  cross  compell'd  to  bear. 

3  But  grace  omnipotent  at  length. 
Shall     arm    the    saint    with     saving 

strength  •  p  O  Jesus,  if  this  be  thy  will, 

Through  the'  sharp  war  with  aids  at-!     That  I  suddenly  hence  should  depart 

tend,  jThy  counsel  of  mercy  reveal, 

And  his  long  conflict  sweetly  end.         I    And  whisper  the  call  in  my  heart. 


Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

3  O.  to  grace  how  groat  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  grace.  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee. 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  : 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above  ! 

HYMN  385.  (IV.  2.) 

r\ MIIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
J     Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend, 
j'Whose  love  is  as  great  as  his  power, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 

2  'Tis  Jesus,  the  First  and  the  Last, 
His  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home, 

We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

3  How  happy  the  angels  that  fall 
Transported  at  Jesus's  name  ! 

The  saints  whom  he  soonest  shall  call 
To  share  in  the  feast  of  the  Lamb ! 

:4  No  longer  imprison'd  in  clay, 

Who  next  from  the  dunsreon  shall 

i        flyl 

jWho  next  shall  be  summon'd  away, 
My  merciful  Lord,  is  it  1 ? 


HYMN  386,  387,  388,  389.  127 

HYMN  386.  And  rising,  bore  the  rescued  prize, 

BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  His  church,  in  triumph  through  the 
of  the  morning !  skies. 

Dawn  on  our  darkness   and  lend  us  5  0ur  feeble  minds  are  logt> 

at    tni-nuai^;        ,     u  !     Beneath  the  lofty  strain ; 

Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning,  But  Jordan>s  billow'fi  cross'd, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is      WeM1  catcn  the  sound  again? 
iaia-  In  praise  assist  the  heavenly  choir, 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  Nor  ever  stop,  nor  ever  tire. 

shining, 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  HYMN  388.  (III.  1.) 

the  stall : 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining,  /^RATEFUL    notes     and    numbers 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  ^-*     bring, 

all  While  Jehovah's  praise  we  sing, 

3  Say   sha.1  „e  yield  Urn,  ■»  «*&^i£*d. 

devotion,  !  J  b 

Odors  of  Edom  and  off 'rings  divine  ?    2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear, 
Gems  of  the  mountain  and  pearls  of  the  Ca»  our  humble  praises  hear, 

ocean,  Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  When  with  saints  above  we  sing. 

mine  ?  3  Lead  us  to  that  blissful  state  ; 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation  ;  Where  thou  reign'st  supremely  great, 
Vainly  with  gifts  would    his   favour  Look  with  pity  from  thy  throne, 

secure  ;  Send  thy  holy  Spirit  down. 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration;  4  While  on  earth  ordain'd  to  stay. 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  Guide  our  footsteps  in  the  way, 

poor.  j  Till  we  come  to  *eign  with  thee. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the,  And  thy  glorious  greatness  see. 

morning  !  5  Then  in  joyful  songs  of  praise. 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  We'll  our  grateful  voices  raise ; 

thine  aid;  Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail, 

Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning,  Hail,  celestial  goodness,  hail! 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is 

l:"d :  „  HYMN  389.  (C.  M.) 

Bishop  Heber. 
HYMN  387  (II  4  )  TlyTORTALS,    awake,    with    angels 

ON  earth  the  song  begins,  And  chaimt  the  solemn  lay ; 

In  heaven  more  sweet,  more  loud,  jov,  love,  and  gratitude  combine, 
To  him  that  drowns  our  sins  to  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

In  his  atoning  blood:  L  »    , 

"To    him,"    they    cry    in    rapturous  2  *n  h,eaven  the  raPl  r°us  son"  be?an' 

«train  And  sweet  seraphic  fire, 

"Be""   honour,    peace,     and     power-  Through  all  the  shining r  legions  ran, 

Amen  !"  !     And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

2  Ye  saints  on  earth,  repeat,  3  s^ift  through  the  vast  expanse  it 

What  heaven  with  rapture  owns  ;  .     e^'    ■,  .,         .         ,,,, 

And  while  before  his  feet,  !     And  loud  the  echo  roll'd  ; 

The  elders  cast  their  crowns,  The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new. 

Go,  imitate  the  choirs  above,  Twas  more  tnan  heaven  could  nold  ■ 

And  tell  the  world  your  Saviour's  love.  4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky, 


3  Sing  as  ye  pass  along, 

With  joy  and  wonder  sing, 
Till  others  learn  the  song, 


The  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 


And  own  your  Lord  their  King  ;  [5  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat,    • 

Till  converts  join  you,  as  ye  go,  !     "  Glory  to  God  on  high  ; 

And  make  a  growing  heaven  below.  Good  will  and  peace  are  now  com- 
4  Inform  the  list'ning  world,  plete. 

How  Jesus,  when  he  fell,  j     Jesus  was  born  to  die- 

The  powers  of  darkness  hurl'd  6  Hail,  Prince  of  Life  !  for  ever  hail ! 

Down  to  the  depths  of  hell ;  Redeemer,  Brother,  Friend  ! 


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HYMN  390,  391,  392,  393,  394. 


Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  shall 
fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 
7  Hark !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  Glory  leads  the  song: 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  through- 
out 
Th'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

HYMN  390. 

COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master 
appear : 

His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labour 
of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to 
stay  : 
The  arrow  is  flown. 
The  moment  is  gone, 
The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's 
here. 

3  O  that  each,  in  the  day 
Of  his  coining,  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through. 
I  have  finish'd  the  work  thou  didst  give 
me  to  do!" 
O  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"We'll  and  faithfully  done  ; 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my 
throne !" 

HYMN  391.  (L.  M.) 

Prayer  ichen  Error  prevails. 
IVE  peace  in  these  our  days,  O 


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Lord 

Times  of  great  peril  are  at  hand  ; 
Thine  enemies,  with  one  accord, 
Christ's  truth  corrupt  in  every  land. 

2  Give  us  that  peace  that  we  do  lack 
Through  unbelief  and  evil  life  ; 

Thy  word  to  give  thou  dost  not  slack, 
Which  we  unkindly  use  for  strife. 

3  Give  peace.  O  Lord !  thy  Spirit  send ; 
With    grief,   and   with    repentance 

true, 
Pierce    thou    our    hearts,    our    lives 
amend, 
And  by  true  faith  in  Christ  renew. 

4  Give  peace,  and  grant  that  fear  and 

dread 
(Through  thy  sweet  mercy,  Lord, 
and  grace) 


May  fly.  and  truth  lift  up  her  In  ad. 
And  dwell  and  shine  in  every  place. 

HYMN  392.  (C   M  ) 

Call  to  Christians  in  times  of  Error. 
r  r^HE  gath'ring  clouds,  with  aspect 
1      dark, 
A  rising  storm  presage  ; 

0  to  be  hid  within  the  ark. 
And  shelter'd  from  its  rage  \ 

2  See  the  commission'd  angel  frown  ; 
That  vial  in  his  hand, 

Fill'd  with  fierce  wrath,  is   pouring 

down 
i     Upon  our  guilty  land. 

3  Ye  saints,  unite  in  wrestling  prayer. 
If  yet  there  may  be  hope  ; 

Who  knows  but  mercy  yet  may  spare, 
And  bid  the  angel  stop  1 

1  May  we  at  least,  with  one  consent. 
Fall  low  before  the  throne, 

With  tears  the  nation's  sins  lament, 
'     The  church's,  and  our  own. 
5  The  humble  souls  who  mourn  and 
pray. 

The  Lord  approves  and  knows  ; 
His  mark  secures  them  in  the  day 

When  vengeance  strikes  his  foes. 

HYMN  393.  (III.  5.) 

Encouragement  when  Error  prevails 

ES,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 
Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 
God.  the  mighty  God.  is  speaking. 
By  his  word,  in  every  land  : 

Mark  his  progress : 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 
'2  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring, 

While  he  enters  like  a  flood, 
God  the'  Saviour  is  preparing 
Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad  : 

Every  language 
Soon  shall  tell  the  love  of  God. 
3  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious. 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand ; 
Make  the  gospel  soon  victorious 
Through  the  world,  in  every  land  : 

Perish  idols, 
At  Jehovah's  dread  command. 


HYMN  394. 


(S.  M.) 


AND  let  our  bodies  part, 
To  different  scenes  repair, 
Inseparably  join' d  in  heart 

The  friends  of  Jesus  are  : 
Jesus,  the  corner  stone, 

Did  first  our  hearts  unite, 
And  still  he  keeps  our  spirits  one, 

Who  walk  with  him  in  white. 
2  O  let  us  still  proceed 

In  Jesus'  work  below. 


HYMN  395,  396,  397,  398,  399. 


And,  following  our  triumphant  Head. 

To  farther  conquests  go. 
The  vineyard  of  the  Lord 

Before  his  lab'rers  lies, 
And,  through  his  grace,  a  rich  reward 

Awaits  them  in  the  skies. 
3  O  let  our  heart  and  mind 

Continually  ascend, 
That  haven  of  repose  to  find, 

Where  all  our  labours  end — 
Where  all  our  toil  is  o'er, 

Our  suff'rings  and  our  pain  : 
Who  meet  on  that  eternal  shore, 

Shall  never  part  again. 

HYMN  395.  (L.  M.) 

KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear 
sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give ! 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  given 
To    know    the    Saviour's    precious 

name ; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our    end   the 
same. 

3  May  he,    by  whose   kind  care  we 

meet. 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with 

love ! 

4  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 
When    Christians    see    each    other 

thus  ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him 


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Those   should  in   strictest   friendship 
dwell, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 
4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  ever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 

HYMN  397.  (L.  M.) 

BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door! 
He  gently  knocks— has  knock'd 
before  ; 
Hath  waited  long — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 
2  O  lovely  attitude  !     He  stands 
With  melted  heart  and  loaded  hands. 
O  matchless  kindness  !   And  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 
2  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need  : 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine. 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 

That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him  ere  his  anger  burn — 
His  feet  departed,  ne'er  return  ; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

HYMN  398. 


(L.  M.) 

JESUS,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 
And  fix  my  frail,  inconstant  heart, 
That  so  my  chief  desire  may  be 
To  dedicate  myself  to  thee. 

,     2  Whate'er  pursuits  my  time  employ, 
Who  lived  and  died,  and  reigns  for  Grant  that  this  thougIft  may  ghfe  m'e 

joy  : 
Thou.  Lord,  hast  apprehended  me, 
And  turn' d  my  wayward  heart  to  thee. 
3  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing, 


5  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
And  sufler'd  for  us  here  below  ; 

The  path  he  mark*d  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  doinc  for  us  now. 


6  Thus,  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 

And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  we  shall  meet   to    part    no 
more.  Newton. 


HYMN  396. 

Union. 


(S.  M.) 


LET  party  names  no  more 
The  Christian  world  o'erspread. 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 
Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 

Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crown'd. 

3  Let  discord,  child  of  hell ! 
Be  banish'd  far  away  ; 


Beneath  the  covert  of  thy  wing, 
Mav  this  my  constant  feeling  be. 
That  all  I  want  I  find  in  thee. 


HYMN  399. 


(C.  M.) 


FOR  mercies  countless  as  the  sands, 
Which  daily  I  receive 
From  Jesus  my  Redeemer's  hands, 
My  soul,  what  canst  thou  give  ? 

2  Alas  !  from  such  a  heart  as  mine, 
What  can  I  bring  him  forth  1 

My  best  is  stain'd  and  dyed  with  sin, 
My  all  is  nothing  worth. 

3  Yet  this  acknowledgment  I'll  make 
For  all  he  has  bestow'd  : 

Salvation's  sacred  cup  I'll  take, 
And  call  upon  my  God. 

4  The  best  return  for  one  like  me, 
So  wretched  and  so  poor, 


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HYMN  400,  401,  403,  404. 


Is  from  his  gifts  to  draw  a  plea. 
And  ask  him  still  for  more. 

HYMN  400.  (II.  4.) 

The  Christian  Voyage. 

JESUS,  at  thy  command 
I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  to  sleep  : 
For  thee  I  fain  would  all  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine 

2  Thou  art  my  Pilot  wise  ; 
My  compass  is  thy  word  ; 

My  soul  each  storm  defies 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord  : 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 
Through  all  my  passage  lie, 

Yet  thou  wilt  safely  keep, 

And  euide  me  with  thine  eye  : 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide. 
And  I  each  boist'rous  storm  outride. 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 
The  port  of  endless  rest; 

Mv  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast : 
O  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore 
Where  winds  and  waves  resound  no 
more. 

5  Whene'er  becalm'd  I  lie, 
And  storms  and  winds  subside, 

Lord,  to  mv  succour  fly. 

And  keep  me  near  thy  side  : 
For  more  the  treaclv  rous  calm  I  dread 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

6  Come,  heavenly  wind,  and  blow 
A  prosp'rous  gale  of  grace, 

To  waft  me.  from  below, 

To  heaven,  my  destined  place  : 
Then  in  full  sail  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

TOPLADY. 

HYMN  401.  (C.  M.) 

Unity  of  the  Church. 

COME,  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
That  have  obtain 'd  the  prize  ; 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  his  praises  sing, 
With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 

For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  earth  and  heaven  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  live  in  him, 
One  church  above,  beneath  : 


Part  of  the  host  have  cross'd  the  flood. 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 
This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 

And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  guide » 
Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 

Bid  the  cold  waves  of  death  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 


XIV.     PRIVATE  HYMJVS. 
HYMN  402.  (IV.  2.) 

WHAT  think  vou  of  Christ— is  the 
test 
i     To  try  both  your  state  and    your 

scheme  ; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 
j     Unless  you  think  rightly  of  Him ; 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 
J     As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
[So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

1  And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 
•     A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most ; 

Sure,  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 
j     Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and 

lost: 
So  guilty  and  helpless  am  I, 

I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  were  sure  he  is  God. 

3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 
But  mix  their  own  works  with  his 

plan, 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 
When  they  have  done  all  that  they 
can. 
Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price. 

And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys, 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 
And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys. 

4  If  ask'd  what  of  Jesus  I  think. 
(If  he  graciously  give  me  the  power.) 

I'll  say  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 
My  "life,  and"  my  strength,  and  my 
store  ; 

My  shepherd,  my  husband,  my  friend, 
My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall, 

My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 
My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all. 

HYMN  403. 

Wrestling  Jacob. 

COME,  O  thou  Traveller  unknown. 
Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see, 


Tho'  now  we're  parted  by  the  stream,  flfy  company  before  is  gone. 
The  narrow  stream  of  death.  I     And  I  amleft  alone  with  thee  ; 

4  One  armv  of  the  living  God,  With  thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay. 

To  his  commands  we  bow  ;  And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 


HYMN  404,405. 


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2  I  need  not  tell  thee  who  I  am  ; 
My  misery  and  sin  declare ; 

Thyself  hast  call'd  me  by  my^name, 

Look  on  thy  hands,  and  read  it  there: 
But  who,  I  ask  thee,  who  art  thou? 
Tell  me  thy  name,  and  tell  me  now. 

3  In  vain  thou  strugglest  to  get  free, 
I  never  will  unloose  my  hold  ; 

Art  thou  the  man  that  died  for  me  ? 

The  secret  of  thy  love  unfold  : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

4  Wilt  thou  not  yet  to  me  reveal 
Thy  new,  unutterable  name  ? 

Tell  me,  I  still  beseech  thee,  tell ; 
To  know  it  now  resolved  I  am : 
Wrestling,  I  will  not  let  thee  go, 
Till  I  thy  name,  thy  nature  know. 

5  What    though    my  shrinking   flesh 

complain, 

And  murmur  to  contend  so  long  : 
I  rise  superior  to  my  pain; 

When  I  am  weak,  then  I  am  strong  ! 
And  when  my  all  of  strength  shall  fail, 
I  shall  with  the  God-man  prevail. 

6  Yield  to  me  now,  for  I  am  weak, 
But  confident  in  self-despair  ; 

Speak  to  my  heart,  in  blessings  speak, 
Be  conquer'd  by  my  instant  prayer  : 
Speak,  or  thou  never  hence  shall  move, 
And  tell  me  if  thy  name  be  Love. 

7  'Tis  Love  !  'tis  Love ! — thou  died'st 

for  me ; 

I  hear  thy  whisper  in  my  heart ; 
The  morning  breaks,  the  shadows  flee, 

Pure,  universal  Love  thou  art : 
To  me,  to  all,  thy  bowels  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

8  My  prayer  hath  power  with  God,  the 

grace 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
Through  faith,  I  see  thee  face  to  face ; 

I  see  thee  face  to  face,  and  live ! 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove  ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

9  I  know  thee,  Saviour,  who  thou  art; 
Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  friend  : 

Nor  wilt  thou  with  the  night  depart, 
But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end ; 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

10  The  Sun  of  Righteousness  on  me 


I  All  helplessness,  all  weakness,  I 

On  thee  alone  for  strength  depend  ; 
I  Nor  have  I  power  from  thee  to  move, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 
12  Lame  as  I  am  I  take  the  prey : 
Hell,  earth,  and  sin  with  ease  o'er- 
come, 

1  leap  for  joy,  pursue  my  way, 
And,  as  a  bounding  hart  fly  home ; 

Through  all  eternity  to  prove, 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 

HYMN  404.  (III.  5.) 

Sovereign  Grace. 

PAUSE,  my  soul,  adore  and  wonder, 
Ask,  "6,  why  such  love  to  meV 
Grace  hath  put  me  in  the  number 
Of  the  Saviour's  family; 

Hallelujah, 
Thanks,  eternal  thanks  to  thee. 

2  Since  that  love  had  no  beginning, 
And  shall  never,  never  cease  ; 

Keep,  O  keep  me,  Lord,  from  sinning, 
Guide  me  in  the  way  of  peace ; 

Make  me  walk  in 
All  the  paths  of  holiness. 

3  When  in  that  bless'd  habitation 
Which  my  God  has  foreordain'd, 

When  in  glory's  full  possession, 
I  with  saints  and  angels  stand, 

Thy  grace  only, 
Shall  for  ever  have  the  praise. 


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HYMN  405. 

HAT'S  this,  that  steals— 
That  steals  upon  my  frame  1 
Is  it  death? 
That  soon  will  quench — 
Will  quench  this  vital  flame  1 
Is  it  death  ? 
If  this  is  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  sin  and  sorrow  free  ; 
I  shall  the  King  of  Glory  see  : 
All  is  well. 
2  Weep  not,  my  friends — 
My  friends,  weep  not  for  me  ; 
All  is  well : 
My  sins  forgiven — 
Forgiven !    I  am  free  ; 
All  is  well : 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes ; 


Hath  rose,  with  healing  in  his  wings:  I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies 
Wither'd  my  nature's  strength,  from; 
thee 

My  soul  its  life  and  succour  brings  ;  ] 
My  help  is  all  laid  up  above  ; 
Thy  nature  and  thy  name  is  Love. 


All  is  well. 
3  Hark  !  hark  !  my  Lord- 


11  Contented  now,  upon  my  thigh 
I  halt,  till  life's  short  journey  end 


My  Lord  and  Master' 

Calls  away  : 

I  soon  shall  see — 

Enjoy  my  happy  choice  ; 

Whv  delav  ? 


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GLORIA   PATRI. 


Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu  ! 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you  ; 
The  glitt'ring  crown  appears  in  view: 
All  is  well. 

4  Hail !  hail !  all  hail- 
All  hail,  ye  blood-wash'd  throng, 
Saved  by  grace ! 
I  come  to  join — 
To  join  your  rapturous  song, 
Saved  by  grace  : 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb! 
All  is  well. 


HYMN  406. 


(C.  M.) 


LORD  of  my  life,  length  of  my  days 
Thy  hand  has  rescued  me, 
Who,  lying  at  the  gates  of  death, 
Among  the  dead  was  free. 


,2  I  thought  I  stood  upon  the  shore, 
j     And  nothing  could  I  see 
But  the  vast  ocean  with  my  eyes,— 
;     A  vast  eternity. 

3  I  thought  I  heard  the  midnight  cry, 
|  "  Behold  the  Bridegroom  comes  ;" 
And  I  was  called  to  the  bar, 

Where  souls  receive  their  dooms. 

4  The  world  was  at  an  end  to  me, 
As  if  it  all  did  burn  ; 

But   lo !    there    came   a    voice   from 
heaven, 
Which  ordered  my  return. 

5  Lord,  I  return  at  thy  command, 
What  wilt  thou  have  me  do? 

0  let  me  wholly  live  to  thee, 
To  whom  my  life  I  owe. 

6  Fain  would  I  dedicate  to  thee 

1  The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 

Lord,  with  my  life  renew  my  heart. 
That  both  thy  name  may  praise. 


GLORIA    PATRI. 

N.  B.  The  metre  marks  affixed  to  the  hymns,  refer  to  a  division  of  the  me- 
tres, founded  on  the  nature  of  the  verse,  into  four  classes,  marked,  I.  II.  III.  IV. 
Class  I.  includes  common,  long,  and  short  metres,  marked — C.  M.,L.  M.,  S.  M. 
Class  II.  includes  the  other  iambic  metres,  eight  in  number,  marked — II.  1,  II. 

2,  II.  3,  II.  4,  &c.  which  may  be  named  ;  Two.  one;  Two,  two;  Two,  Three,  Sfc. 
Class  III.  includes  the  Trochaic  metres,  being  five  in  number,  marked— III.  1, 

III.  2,  III.  3,  &c.  which  may  be  named  ;   Three,  one;  Three.  Two,  Sfc. 
Class  IV.  includes  the  metres  consisting  chiefly  of  triplets, being  five  in  number 

marked— IV.  1,  IV.  2,  IV.  3,  Sec.  and  may  be  named  ;  Four  one;  Four,  two,  %c. 


CLASS  I. 
C.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 
L.  M. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven 
Be  glory,  as  it  was  of  old,  [adore, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 
S.  M. 
To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  'twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so, 

To  all  eternity. 

CLASS  II. 
II.  1. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant 

And  saints  on  earth  adore ;        [host 
Be  glory,  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 
II.  2, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost,  [host 
The  God  whom  heaven's  triumphant 


And  suffering  saints  on  earth  adore; 
Be  glory,  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last 
When  time  itself  shall  be  no  more. 
II.  3. 
To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  glory  in  the  highest  given, 
By  all  in  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

II.  4. 
To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  ever  bless'd, 
Eternal  Three  in  One, 
All  worship  be  address'd, 
As  heretofore, 
It  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  so 
For  evermore. 
II.  5. 
To  God  the  Father,  and  to  God   the 

Son, 
To  God  the  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  praise  from  all  on  earth  and  all  in 

heaven, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  ever  shall  be  given. 


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133 


II.  6. 

Eternal  praise  be  given, 

And  songs  of  highest  worth, 
By  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 

And  all  the  saints  on  earth, 
To  God,  supreme  confess'd, 

To  Christ  his  only  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  bless'd, 

Eternal  Three  in  One. 
II.  7. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  bless'd, 

Supreme  o'er  earth  and  heaven, 
Eternal  Three  in  One  confess'd, 

Be  highest  glory  given, 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore, 

By  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 

II.  8. 

By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven, 
Be  everlasting  glory  given, 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  equal  Three 
In  undivided  Unity, 

Ere  time  had  yet  its  course  begun  : 
As  was,  and  is,  be  highest  praise, 
As  still  shall  be  through  endless  days 

CLASS  III. 

III.  1. 

Holy  Father,  Holy  Son, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One  '. 
Glory,  as  of  old,  to  thee, 
Now  and  evermore  shall  be. 

III.  2. 
Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  him,  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost: 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 

III.  3. 
Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 

Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 
As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 

Glory  through  eternal  days. 
III.  4. 
To  the  Father,  throned  in  heaven, 

To  the  Saviour.  Christ  his  Son, 
To  the  Spirit,  praise  be  given, 

Everlasting  Three  in  One  : 
As  of  old,  the  Trinity 
Still  is  worshipped,  still  shall  be. 

III.  5. 
Great  Jehovah!  we  adore  thee, 

God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  join'd  in  glory 

On  the  same  eternal  throne  : 
Endless  praises 

To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 


CLASS  IV. 
IV.  1. 

By  angels  in  heaven 

Of  every  degree, 
And  saints  upon  earth, 

All  praise  be  address'd  ; 
To  God  in  three  persons, 
One  God  ever  bless'd, 
As  it  has  been,  now  is, 
And  ever  shall  be. 
IV.  2. 
All  praise  to  the  Father,  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  thrice  holy  and  bless'd, 
The  eternal,  supreme  Three  in  One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 
IV.  3. 
All  praise  to  the  Father,  all  praise  to 
the  Son, 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  thrice  bless'd, 
The  holy,  eternal,  supreme  Three  in 
One, 
Was,  is,  and  shall  still  be  address'd. 
IV.  4. 
O  Father  Almighty,  to  thee  be  ad- 
dress'd, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God 

ever  bless'd, 
All  glory  and  worship  from  earth  and 

from  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be 
given. 

IV.  5. 

All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Father  be 
given, 

The  Son  and  the  Spirit  from  earth  and 
from  heaven ; 

As  was,  and  is  now,  be  supreme  ado- 
ration, 

And  ever  shall  be  to  the  God  of  salva- 
tion. 

For  Hymns  145  and  185. 
To  the  Father,  to  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  ever  bless'd, 
Everlasting  Three  in  One, 

All  worship  be  address'd  : 
Praise  from  all  above,  below, 

As  through  ages  past, 
Now  is  given,  and  shall  be  so 

While  endless  ages  last. 
When  used  in  Hymn  185,  in  line  6,  read, 
As  was  throughout  the  ages  past. 

Come,  let  us  adore  him,  come,  bow  af 

his  feet, 
O  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is 

meet : 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens 

the  skies. 


INDEX  TO  THE  HYMNS. 


Page. 

I.  The  Holy  Scriptures,  ...  47 

II.  Creation, 47 

III.  Providence, 48 

IV.  Redemption, 50 

V.  The  Church, 52 

VI.  Festivals  and  Fasts,    ...  53 


VII. 


The  Lord's  Day,      .     . 

Advent, 

Christmas, 55 

End  of  the  Year,     ....  56 

New  Year, 57 

Epiphany, 57 

Lent, 58 

Passion  Week  and  Good  Fri- 
day,       59 

Easter, 61 

Ascension, 61 

Whitsunday, 62 

Trinity  Sunday,      ....  62 

Fast-day, 63 

Thanksgiving-day,      ...  64 

Ordinances  and  Special  Oc- 
casions,     64 


53 

55  VIII. 
IX. 


X. 

XI. 
I  XII. 


Baptism, 64 

Confirmation,      .....    65  A1U- 
The  Lord's  Supper,     .     .     .    66  XIV. 


Page. 
Ordination,  or  institution  of 

Ministers. 66 

Consecration  of  a  Church,  .  67 

Missions, 67 

Sunday  and  Charity  Schools,  69 

Charitable  Occasions,      .     .  70 

To  be  used  at  Sea,  ....  71 

For  the  Sick, 71 

Funerals, 72 

Invitation  and  Warning,     .  73 
Christian  Duties  and  Affec- 
tions,    74 

Prayer, 74 

Repentance, 74 

Faith, 75 

Hope, 76 

Joy, 77 

Love, 77 

Praise, 78 

Contentment, 79 

In  Affliction, 75 

Daily  Devotion,       ....  80 

The  Christian  Life,      ...  83 

Death, .  86 

Judgment,       86 

Eternity, 87 

Miscellany, 89 


INDEX  OF  SUBJECTS  OF  THE  ADDITIONAL  HYMNS. 


Page. 
1.  Commencement    of  Wor- 
ship,  91 

II.  Before  Lecture  or  Exposi- 
tion,      93 

III.  Influence  of  the  Spirit,     .     .    94 

IV.  Awakening  and  Inviting,     .    95 
V.  Prayer, 101 

VI.  Justification, 103 

VII.  Christian  Experience,      .     .  106 


Page. 
VIII.  Praise  for  the  Hope  of  Sal- 
vation,      114 

IX.  Missions, 118 

X.  Death, 119 

XI.  Judgment, 122 

XII.  Heaven  and  Hell,    ....  123 

XIII.  Miscellaneous, 124 

XIV.  Private  Hymns, 130 

Gloria  Patri, 132 


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SHOWING    WHERE   TO    FIND   EACH    HYMN   BY   THE   BEGINNING. 


Page 
A  charge  to  keep  I  have  ....  84 
Ah,  liow  shall  fallen  man  ....  50 
Alas,  what  hourly  dangers  rise  .  .  59 
All  glorious  God,    what   hymns  of 

praise 50 

Almighty  Father  !  bless  the  word  .  55 
Almighty  Lord!  before  thy  throne  .  63 
Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny  .  .  90 
And  are  we  now  brought  near  to  God  60 
And  wilt  thou,  O  eternal  God  ...  67 
And  will  the  Judge  descend  .    .  87 

Anather  six  days'  work  is  done  .  .  54 
Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat  74 
Arise,  in?  soul!  with  rapture  rise  .  81 
As  panting  in  the  sultry  beam  .  .  79 
As  when  the  weary  traveller  gains  85 
As  o-'er  the  past  my  memory  strays  57 
As  the  sweet  flower  that  scents  the 

morn 73 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun  .  81 
Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve  S4 
Awake,  ye  saints,  awake     ....  53 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  .  .  78 
Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay  .  .  4S 
Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the 

earth 78 

Be   still,  my  heart!   these   anxious 

cares 79 

Ble.is'd  be  thou,  the  God  of  Israel  .  89 
Blest  is  the  man  whose    soft'ning 

heart 70 

Blest  is  the  tie  that  binds  ....  52 
Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind    .     .  60 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King  .  .76 
Christ  from  the  dead  is  raised  and 

made 61 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day  .  .  61 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator,  come  .  62 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove  .  62 
Come,  let  our  voices  join  ....  69 
Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid 

heart    .     - 88 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord    .    .    .77 

Deluded  souls  !  that  dream  of  heaven  76 
Disown'd  of  heaven,   by   man   op- 

press'd 69 

Doxologies 91,  92 

Dread  Jehovah  !  God  of  nations  .     .  63 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy    .     .    .  48 


Pag* 

Faith  is  the  Christian's  evidence  .  75 
Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world, 

begone 54 

Father  of  mercies!  in  thy  word  .  .  47 
Father  of  all,  whose  love  profound  .  63 
Father  of  mercies  !  bow  thine  ear  .  67 
Father,  to  thee  my  soul  I  lift  ...  51 
Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss  .  .  79 
Few  are  thy  days,  and  full  of  woe  .  86 
Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love  .  .  64 
From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies  68 
From  Greenland's  icy  mountains  .  68 
From  whence  these  direful  omens 

round 60 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night  .  82 
Glory  to  the  Father  give  .  .  .  .69 
God  "moves  in  a  mysterioas  way  .  .  50 
God  of  the  seas;  thine  awful  voice  .  71 
God  of  our  fathers!  by  whose  hand  .  89 
Go  forth,  ye  heralds,  in  my  name  .  66 
'Go  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the 

Lord 67 

Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  ...  52 
Great  first  of  beings!  mighty  Lord  .  47 
Great  God  !  this  sacred  day  of  thine  54 
Great  God  !  to  thee  my  evening  song  88 
Great  God!  what  do  1  see  and  hear  .  87 
Great  God !  with  wonder  and  with 

praise 47 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah      .  83 

Hail,  thou  long  expected  Jesus  .  .  55 
Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed  ...  58 
Hark!  from  the  tombs  a  mournful 

sound S6 

Hark  !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour 

comes 55 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing  ...  56 
Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise  ....  73 
Hear,   gracious    God,    my    humble 

moan         79 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven 

declares 72 

He  dies!  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  61 
He's  come !  let  every  knee  be  bent  62 

Heirs  of  unending  life 90 

High  on  the  bending  willows  bung  .  61 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet  .  .  .  57 
How  firm  a  loundation,  ye  saints  of 

the  Lord   ........  76 

How  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys  88 
How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies  ,  .  6] 
103 


104 


A  TABLE  OF  FIKS 


-INES. 


Pag» 
How  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart  59 
How  short  the  race  our  friend  has 

run 73 

How  wondrous  and  great    .    .     .    .  69 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord    ....  52 

In  loud  exalted  strains 54 

Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer  .  .  83 
I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to 

stay 85 

Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be  ...  83 
Jesus,  my  strength,  iny  hope  ...  83 
Jesus,  Saviour  of  iny  soul  .  ...  76 
Jesus  shall  reign  whcre:er  the  sun  .  67 
Joy  is  a  fruit  that  will  not  grow    .    .  77 

Let  heaven  arise,  let  earth  appear  .  47 
Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue  83 
Like  Noah's  weary  dove  .  .  .  .52 
I/jrd  I  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  .  55 
Lord !  for  the  just  thou  dost  proviue  71 
Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see  .  .  70 
Lord,  my  God,  I  long  to  know  .  .  77 
Lord  of  life,  all  praise  excelling  .  .  74 
Lord:  unaffiicted,  undisinay'd  .  .  .80 
Lo  !  what  a  cloud  of  witnesses  .  . 
Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise 

thee 77 

Mercy,  descending  from  above    .  .  70 

My  God,  and  is  thy  lable  spread  .  .  66 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  he  .  .  .59 
My  God,  since  thou  hast  raised  me  up  72 

My  grateful  soul,  for  ever  praise  .  51 

My  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see  .  54 

My  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree  .  . 

Net  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord      .     . 
Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
Now  may  the  God  of  grace  and  power  63 
Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone    .  81 

O'er  mountain  tops  the  mount  of  God  5S 
O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  ...  84 
O  happy  day,  that  slays  my  choice  .  65 
O  happy  is  the  man  who  hears    .    . 

O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 

O,  in  the  morn  of  life,  when  youth  . 
O  let  triumphant  faith  dispel  .  .  . 
On  Zion  and  on  Lebanon    .... 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 68 

O  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  .  .  75 
O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry  74 
O  thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight  59 
Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead  .  .  62 
O  where  shall  rest  be  found    ...  87 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive 

moan 73 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise  .  .  64 
Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire  .  74 

Rich  are  the  joys  which  cannot  dte  70 


Rise,  crown'd  with   light,   imperial 

Salem,  rise 59 

Rise,  iny  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  76 
Rise,  Omy  soul,  the  hours  review  .  75 
Rockofa^es!  cleft  for  me  .     ...  75 


vation  doth  to  God  belong  .  .  . 
Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  sound  .  .  . 
Saviour,  source  of  every  blessing  . 
Saviour,  when  in  dust,  to  ihee  .  . 
Saviour!    when   night   involves  the 

ski->s    .     .     7 

Saviour  !  who  ihy  flock  aft  feeding  . 
See  in  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord  .  . 
Seek,  my  soul,  the  narrow  gate  .  . 
Should  nature's  charms,  to  please 

the  eye 

Shout  the  glad   tidings,   exultingiy 

sing "    .     . 

Since  Christ  our  Passcver  is  slain  . 
Since  I've  known  a  Saviour's  name 
Sin;:,  my  soul,  his  wondrous  love  . 
Sinner.  rou*e  thee  from  thy  sleep  . 
Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  .  .  . 
Softly  now  the  light  of  day  .     .     .     . 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sung  .  . 
Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay  .  . 
Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies,  .     .     . 

The  day  is  past  and  gone  .... 
The  gentle  Saviour  calls  .... 
The  God  of  Abraham  praise  .  .  . 
The  God  of  life,  whose  constant  care 
The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 
The  Lord  will  happiness  divine  .  . 
The  mighty  flood  that  rolls  .  .  .  . 
The  morning  flowers  display  their 

sweets 

The  racetiiat  long  in  darkness  pined 
The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  .  . 
The  spacious  firmament  on  high  .     . 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 
Thou  art  the  way — to  thee  alone  .  . 
Though  I  should  seek  to  wash  me 

clean 

Thou,  God,  all  glory,  honour,  power 
Thus  speaks  the  High  and  Lofty  One 
Time  hastens  on  ;  ye  longing  saints 
'Tis  finish'd — so  the  Saviour  cried  . 
'Tis  my  happiness  below  .... 
To  Jesus,  our  exalted  Lord  .  .  . 
To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name  . 
To  thee  let  my  first  offerings  rise    . 

To  thy  temple  I  repair 

Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head  .     . 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame  .    .    . 


We  give  immortal  praise  ....  63 
Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest  .  .  .  52 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  G<*d    .  49 


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When  dangers,  woes,  or  death  are 

nigh 71 

When   gathering  clouds   around   I 

view 80 

Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise  84 
Wrhen  I  can  read  my'title  clear  .  .  79 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross  60 
When  Jesus  left  his  heavenly  throne  70 
When,  Lord,  to  this  our  Western 

land 6S 

When,  rising  from  the  bed  of  death  86 
When,  streaming  from  the  eastern 

skies 80 

When  those  we  love  are  snatch'd 

away 72 

When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild 

tempest  is  streaming     ...  71 


Page 
When  we  are  raised  from  deep  dis- 
tress      72 

While  angels  thus,  O  Lord,  rejoice  55 
While     shepherds    watch'd    their 

flocks  by  night 55 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Powei  85 
With  joy  shall  I  behold  the  day  .  .  53 
Witness,  ye  men  and  angels  now  .  65 
Who  are  these  in  bright  array  .  .  88 
Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom  59 
Why  mournest  thou,  my  anxious 

soul 89 

Ye  faithful  souls,  who  Jesus  know  61 
Ye  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains  .  48 
Ye'humble  souls,  approach  your  God  74 
Youth,  when  devoted  to  the  Lord   .  65 


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Paget  Page 

A  debtor  to  mercy  alone-  -  -  lOSlFather,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines  91 
Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep  -  -112  Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee  106 
Again  we  lift  our  voice  -        -  121;Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be       -  113 

Ah,  whither  should  I  go        -        -  100[For  mercies  countless  as  the  sands  129 
Ah,  who  can  speak  the  vast  dismay    96  From  Egypt  lately  come        -        -117 
Alas,  and  did  mv-  Saviour  bleed    -  100  From  my  own  works  at  last  I  cease  103 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  116  Give  peace  in  these  our  d         oh 
All  ye  that  pass  by  104i  Lord      _        .        .        _        .  128 

Amazing    grace,    how  sweet  the         Grateful  notes  and  numbers  bring   127 

sound   -----  116:__   .,  ,       . 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  -  -  108  Hai  ,  everlasting .spring  -  -114 
And  am  I  born  to  die  -  -  _  n9  Hail,  holy  holy  Lord  -  -  -  92 
And  can  I  vet  delay  -  -  -  97  Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended  121 
And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high  -  109, Rark.  ho«;  the  g°sPel  trumpet 
And  let  our  bodies  part  -  -188L.  ,  sounds  ,  "  "  "  "  125 
And  let  this  feeble  body  fail  -  -  120  Hark,  my  soul,  it  w  the  Lord  -  105 
Arise,  mv  soul,  arise,  -  -  -  97  Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee  -  -119 
Awake,  and  sing  the  song  -  -  115  Hark,  the  volce  of  love  and  mercy  117 
Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound  -  96  Ho,  eveiT  one  that  thirsts,  draw 
Awake  our  souls,  awake  our  fears  109'  ,  Tnlg,  ~,  _  ,"  "  ~  "  ,9,3 
Begin,  my  tongue,  the  heavenly        'Holy  Lord  God,  I  love  thy  truth    -  110 

theme  -  -  -  -  -  92  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he 
Behold,  a  stranger  at  the  door  -  129  L  ,<?ies  ~  "  „  ".  '  ~  120 
Behold  the  throne  of  grace  -  -  102; gow  blest  the  sta,te  of  saints  above  109 
Being  of  beings,  God  of  love  -  94 IJJow  happy  are  they  -  -  -116 
Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand  -  110i|Jow  lo"«  beneath  the  law  I  lay  -  105 
Blow  ve  the  trumpet,  blow  -  -  93  How  sad  our  state  by  natiue  is  -101 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of        |How  solemn  the  signal  I  hear       -  115 

the  morning     '     -  127 "How   sweet  the   name    of  Jesus 


Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to 

death   -----    94 
By  faith  we  are  come  to  oui  per- 


sounds  -        -        -        -  111 

How    tedious    and    tasteless    the 

hours    -        -        -        -        -  110 


manent  home        -        -        -     17  How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  112 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow         -        -     99  Jesus,  at  thy  command  -        -  130 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire     95  Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion  -  102 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire    95 (Jesus  hath  died  that  I  might  live      106 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  in-         Jesus,  I  love  thy  precious  name    -  111 

spire     -----    93  Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone     -  112 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind      95  Jesus,  the  conqueror,  reigns  -  118 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come        -        -    94  Jesus,  thy  heavenly  grace     -        -  129 
Come  let  us  anew  -        -        -  128  Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet  -    92 

Come,  let  us  join  our  friends  above  130  In  age  and  feebleness  extreme      -  121 
Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare    -  101  In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee    92 
Come,  O  thou  traveller  unknown    130  Infinite  excellence  is  thine    -        -  117 
Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing  126  In  songs  of  sublime  adoration  and 
Come,  trembling  sinner  in  whose  praise  -----  104 

breast  -----  100  In  themselves  as  weak  as  worms  103 
Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy  97  In  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint  -  153 
Come,  ye  weary  souls  oppress'd  -  99  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away  -  108 
Command  thy  blessing  from  above  91  I  was  alive  without  the  law*  -  -  105 
Commit  thou* all  thy  griefs  -  -  113  Keep  silence,  all  created  things  -  93 
Courage,  my  soul,  thy  better  cross  113  Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  own 
Dayof  judgment,  day  of  wonders    122  sake      -----  129 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly        |Let  party  names  no  more      -        -  129 

bliss 108iLet  us  love,  and  sing,  and  wonder  118 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of        |Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given    96 

night    -----  123'Light  of  the-  world,  shine  on  our 
Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day    124|  souls    -        -        -        -        -  125 


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Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive 
Shrinking  from  the  cold  hand  of 

death    -        -        -        -        -120 


Listen,    oh    Zion!  Jehovah  hath 

spoken  -        -        -        -  118 

Lo  he  comes  with  clouds  descending  122 
Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains  -  113  Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure  -  -  98 
Lord  of  my  life,  length  of  my  days  132'Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard  -  98 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright  101  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message  98 
Love  divine,  all  love  excelling  -  95  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express  -  107 
Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears  93  Sovereign  grace  hath  power  alone  99 
Many  woes  had  Christ  endured  -  126  That  awful  day  will  surely  come  -  122 
Marked  as  the  purpose  of  the  skies  118  The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day  123 
Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join  -  127  Thee  we  adore.  Eternal  Name  -  120 
My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,        jThe  gathering  clouds  with  aspect 

my  years      -  119|  dark 

My  former  hopes  are  fled       -        -  104  The  gospel  comes  with  welcome 
My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  thou  105  news    -        -        -        - 

My  song  shall  bless  the  Lord  of  all     94  The  Lord  descends  from  above 
My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard        -        -  113  The  praying  spirit  breathe     - 
My  soul  would  fain  indulge  a  hope  112  There  is'a  fountain  filled  with  blood   99 
No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more  103  There  is  a  house  not  made  with 
Now   I    have    found    the    ground  hands   -        -        -        -        -  114 

wherein        -  -  IMThere's  not  a  bird  withlonely  nest  125 

Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime  114jThe   Saviour!    Oh  what    endless 


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Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 
Oh  could  I  find  from  day  to  day     - 
Oh  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God  - 
Oh  for  a  single  heart  for  God 
Oh  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
O  God,  most  merciful  and  true 
O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 
O  glorious  hope  of  perfect  love     - 
O  Jesus,  let  thy  dying  cry     - 


12             charms 
108|The  voice  of  free  grace 
111 -The   years  roll  round,  and  steal 
106!  away 

92  This  God  is  the  God  we  adore 
107  Thou  God  of  glorious  majesty 
117!Thou  hidden  ~love  of  God,  whose 
115J  height  - 

107|Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead 


Oh  Jesus,  source  of  calm  repose  -  115'Tis  not  too  high,  too  arduous  an 

O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil        -  108 

O  my  soul,  what  means  this  sad- 
ness     -        -        -     .  -        -  108 

Oh  that  I  knew  the  secret  place    -  111 

O  Thou,  by  long  experience  tried     109 

O  Thou,  from  whom  all  goodness 

flows    -        -        -        -        -  125 

O  Thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul 

takes  delight        -        -        -  111 

O  Thou  that  would'st  not  have     -  103 

O  time,  how  few  thy  value  weigh      95 

O  turn  ye,  O  turn  ye,  for  why  will 

ye  die  -        -        -        -        -  10 
O  where  cun  the  soul  find  relief 

from  its  foes  -  -  -  123 
On  earth  the  song  begins  -  -  127 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand  123 
Our  heavenly  Father,  hear  -  -  102 
Our  souls  by  love  together  knit  -  95 
Pass  a  few  swiftly  fleeting  years  -  120 
Pause,  my  soul,  adore  and  wonder  131 
Plung'd  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair  -  115 
Prayer  was  appointed  to  convey  -  101 
Safely  through  another  week  -  103 
Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation  -  94 
Saviour,  we  wait  the  day  -  -  120 
Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within  -  96 
See  the  eternal  Judge  descending    123 


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110 
122 

126 
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essay    -        -        -        -        - 
To-day,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice  - 
Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu  - 
Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  for- 
bear     -----    98 
Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night    -  124 
Welcome,    welcome,    dear     Re- 
deemer        -        -        -        -  101 
What  sinners  value  I  resign  -  114 

What  think  ve  of  Christ  is  the  test  130 
What's  this  "that  steals  -        -131 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet  102 
When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way  107 
When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly 

plain  -  -  -  -  -  124 
While   life   prolongs    its  precious 

light 98 

Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  con- 
demn   -----  105 
Why    do    we    mourn    departing 

friends  -        -        -        -  121 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace  -  107 
Ye  dying  sons  of  men  -  -  -  96 
Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu  -  111 
Ye     golden     lamps    of    heaven, 

farewell  -  -  -  -  114 
Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking  128 
Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints    -  106 


